Every now and then, I wake up on the wrong side of the bed. Mr. Day would say every day, based on my hair’s tendency to get all crazazy, and the fact that I need about four a couple cups of coffee to get moving in the morning, but no. Generally, I’m pretty decent in the morning.
This morning was one of those mornings. I didn’t sleep well last night – up and down, then up, had some coffee thinking I would stay up, then wedging myself between two dogs to get a few more zzz’s.
And, my mood carried over, and over, and over. I can’t really put my finger on it – definitely not the girls – they have been so precious. Not really Mr. Day, though he bears the brunt of my mood. I do know part of it is finding my comfort zone in this new endeavor of homeschooling. Parts of the curriculum I’m not satisfied with, and trying to figure out how and what to do to make necessary adjustments.
I also think part of it, perhaps, is what we all (?) go through at some point in our thirties. The realization that maybe our goals haven’t been attained, and the likelihood of reaching them is fading? Perhaps what once was a dream, is in fact drudgery? Or, maybe it is just trying to figure out how to get unstuck from current circumstances. Maybe the job isn’t what you thought, the general “climate” of your life is off in one way or another. Maybe your tired of not really feeling like a “somebody”. Like what you do, and who you are really doesn’t make a mark in the grand scheme of things.
These moods don’t last for too long – but do you ever get to the point where you come to a conclusion, make a change, or do you quietly resolve to “it is what it is”.