Ok, truth time.

I’ve been writing positively because I’ve been hoping that talking about the good, true things would motivate me out of this… whatever it is.

I’ve been waking up at 7am or later every morning for a week. And even getting up at 7 takes a lot of reminding myself of how frustrated I get when I feel “behind” and how 7 is really late to be getting up since Littlefoot gets up a mere half hour later.

The rest of the day is pretty okay, until evening. Lately I’ve been choosing to watch tv instead of doing housework. This is making get behind on laundry. I really dislike folding clothes so getting behind on laundry is more than a little stressful for me.

So . . . That’s the truth. I’m not living life upset or super irritable; I don’t feel depressed. I just don’t feel like I can get going in the morning and when the immediate needs of my family fade away in the evening I feel done, like I can’t do anymore.

Maybe my thyroid really isn’t quite right. I just thought about that. I’m sleeping nine hours a night. Falling asleep fast most nights, struggling to get up.

So I’ll call the doctor today. But if it’s not my thyroid I’m not sure what I will do. I can’t seem to shake myself out of this. Ugh. It feels ridiculous talking about this. I say I know what the answer is to all life’s problems so I shouldn’t have any problems, right?

I wasn’t feeling bad until now. Now I feel like a total hypocrite and failure. So I’m just gonna post this because it will surely make someone happy to see me miserable.