Then BAM. Last week it all fell apart. First the NFC Championship game pretty much took me out for a whole day. I know. But come on people -- it's been over 30 years since they even went to the Super Bowl.
By Wednesday I was in bed trying to fight off a cold. By the weekend I was just dog sick and crawling out of bed every few hours to throw food at my kids. Meanwhile my husband, who had injured his foot (long story, boring, won't bother you with it) was camped out on the couch with a big bucket of ice and getting crankier by the minute.
I finally drug myself to the doctor yesterday and got some antibiotics. I gotta shake the cranky attitude and I will, but all of a sudden (OK, I'm seeing that it is not so all of a sudden) I'm feeling like everything is just really hard. Like getting the kids out the door, and working. I hate this feeling, like I can't do any more then sort of drag my feet.
I made this resolution at the beginning of the year not to be so whiny and complainy to my family. That's pretty much fallen apart this week.
The good thing is I know I can shake it and get back on track. A couple more days of antibiotics and a few more naps and I'll get back into my routine. But for now everything just feels really hard. I really hate when that happens.