Mostly, I think I'm overstimulated. Woke up this morning at 5:30am with the big dogs clambering to get let out. At five-thirty? You've got to be kidding. I fussed at them, and had to shove Opal, the shepherd, back onto her covers. She was a bit put out. Then they renewed their annoying behavior at 6:15am. A little better, but still...
When I got up for good, brought my hot tea and raisin bread back to bed for some more quiet. The kids were making noise by then, and except for the least one, they're pretty good about respecting the closed door. I had about half an hour of alone-time.
Used to, Mondays were my favorite day of the week. Now I tend to look at it as the beginning of more work. I've GOT to change this attitude. Life begins to be more of a burden than a joy, and that can't be good. For me, am downloading the last lessons in the art class I've been taking online. The hard part? Making time to actually do the work.
Time for a mental vacation, I'm thinking.
