January’s ass was well kicked. I worked out every day, I was getting projects done around the house, staying on top of my work-work, and feeling pretty good about myself. It was so good that I was even staying on top of sleep, was starting to feel rested. Things were shaping up to close the door on the blahs and worse of the last two plus years.
Then we went on vacation. The trip itself was not the problem, good times were had and it was generally deemed to be a success. There were niggling little things, though. I had some trouble sleeping, as did Goose (pretty sure there is a correlation there somewhere). We had fun, but it is work to be outside of your home with the little people, and that can be tiring. We were slightly delayed coming home, but it was enough to put all of our schedules slightly off. Then there was the plague. The lils caught it at the resort, and it lingered for a week. Bad enough that they were not only home with me, but were actively miserable. Willy was super busy at work that week, so I had to take the time off and I then caught a less severe version of the plague. The dominoes fell.
Now I can’t get back on track. There are so many things that I need to be doing, but can’t. So behind on all the things that I really want to be doing, but have no time. I get paralyzed by indecision, because I can no longer prioritize, and then get nothing accomplished. It’s driving me batty. I am going for a couple of days this weekend. I hope it fixes me.