January blues

Hola!

We got back from Queensland last week and have been slowly settling back into Adelaide life and mentally preparing for the year ahead. It's going to be a doozy but more on that later (no, I'm not having a baby) (although TWO psychics have told me to be EXTRA careful if I don't want to have a baby because there is a spirit baby hanging around me waiting to be born....).

We spent New Year's Eve across the road at our friends' house and we were home in bed by 9.30pm, just the way I like it.

Since then, we have been a bit miserable. I thought I might be sick since I've had no energy or motivation to do the things that need to be done around the place. The house is a bombsite and all I want to do is SLEEP! Mel thought maybe I should go to the doctor and see if I'm iron-deficient since I don't eat meat. But just quietly I'm pretty sure the problem has not been physical, but mental. I feel completely overwhelmed by the workload ahead of me this year. I've got nagging worries about ethics approvals and research projects and managing to get a placement since I missed out on one this semester.

Even though there are three weeks until I "officially" go back to uni, I've got that perpetual uni guilt cranking up again telling me that I should be doing something to prepare. I should be harassing someone about a placement. I should be starting my Lit Review (I really should). I should be cleaning out my office. When will I start Annabelle back at daycare? Should I be paying for daycare when she could be at home with me? Or should she be at daycare so that I can get back into work mode. Blah blah BLAH!!

I think the issue was compounded by Mel being home and "on holidays" until today. His being here was a reminder that it's all coming to an end very soon and life is getting back to normal.

But today he goes back to work and paradoxically, I feel a little lighter. I can get back into my own routine now; the one that involves me managing my days and my time and not feeling pressure to enjoy those damn holidays while they last. The gym is open normal hours and people are back at work so I can contact people and get things done instead of stressing about them not getting done. Hopefully my mysterious ailment will cure itself now.