Have you ever just woken up and felt tired? Then went on with your day with a headache and thought everyone and everything was completely annoying? Only to go to bed hoping the next day you’d be in a better mood? Then when the next day arrives, you realize you’re in an even worse mood than the day before?
That’s what happened to me this week. I don’t think I have ever felt this way before. eh, maybe I have and just chose to forget it. It seemed like the week dragged on forever and all I wanted to do was be alone and do things like sewing projects and household organizing (maybe the only thing in my life I have control over?). When S asked me what was bothering me, I honestly could not say. Except that everything just bugged me. I felt like I was walking through a fog in which everything appeared to be obnoxious and I had very little patience for it all. I eagerly awaited Friday and welcomed it with a 2.5 hour nap after work. I woke up without a headache and not annoyed at all. I’m not sure what to make of this weeklong funk. I’m not skilled enough to psychoanalyze the reason for it, so I am forced to assume the following:
1) I hate working with bratty, privileged, disrespectful kids
2) I was sleep deprived
3) Sometimes deep emotions come up that your mind cannot decipher and you just get annoyed with EVERYTHING to cope
4) I’m melodramatic
And no, I am not anywhere near the time I can blame it on PMS. Otherwise, I would. All I know is, it is Saturday and my mood has magically shifted back to normal. I hope the funk stays far away.