I think I'm suffering from the back to reality blues.
Hubby is back from Vegas and I am heading back to work. I've been cranky for the last day or two as I can't get my head around it.
It's only work I hear you say, and I know as I sit here and type this that I'm being completely ungrateful for what I have.
I'm struggling a bit at the moment, with positivity.
I hate my job, I hate that despite the fact that I go to work each week, we still struggle to get on top of it all. Living week to week is not my idea of living life.
I struggle with the fact that we've outgrown our home and can't afford to move. That everywhere I turn in my house I'm faced with a constant struggle of clutter and cramming.
I struggle that when I go to work the rest of the family is housebound because I take the car, that everything they can and can't do depends on the timing of it.
What I know......
I know I should be grateful I have a roof over my head.
I know I should be grateful that even though we live from week to week at least we can afford to put clothes on the kids back and food in their mouth.
I know I should be grateful that my children have some opportunities to participate in extra curricular activities as all.
And I know I'll snap out of this, get over myself and find a way to feel renewed about moving forward. But today I struggle.