I am tired, discouraged, and unmotivated. I clean my house and it is immediately trashed upon the kids' arrival home. I finally got back to the gym, then Jesse threw up yesterday and Devon is threatening to today and so no workout again. But sadly I'm still feeling the muscle soreness from Tuesday's class anyway. I'm ridiculously tired and I feel like my brain needs to be mucked out. Every day feels very much like the last. There is nothing to anticipate, just day to day grind. I get this every January, i suppose. I think next year for Christmas I want my husband to whisk me away to somewhere beachy and sun-drenched in January. To take a week and run away together. To lay around with no responsibilities, just talking to each other or basking in comfortable silence. I'm desperate for sun on my skin and a good massage.
But January continues, like it or not. I'll do what I usually do- I'll find another project to work on around the house, sneak in an afternoon nap, endure. And soon the blahs will go away. The sun will begin to shed some warmth. All will be well in my world.