The wonderful thing about blogging is I can watch myself and others and recognise that everyone has good days and downright awful ones along the way.
I am not having either of those. I am just having one of those lacklustre days.
I find myself a little narky, a little fed up and feeling like yuck. Body image is on its knees and the mind is yelling out that it would like to be utilised far more than it is currently.
So what is up with me?
1. Obviously, we are in the midst of the grief game
2. My husband is away on business so I have lacked adult company since yesterday morning. Oh to have a friend nearby. Dear God, please send one my way and soon.
3. I am impatient for news on something that might be quite exciting.
On Wednesdays, I post about getting my groove back or at least moving forwards positively one step at a time.
I have not done all the things I said I would last week. No new boots, no new ballet pumps. It just has not happened.
However there are glimmers of grooviness
1. I bought a smartphone. This is blog fodder in itself as the sales assistant clearly thought I was dumb and over the hill. She changed her view completely when we got to the insurance bit and I said never mind water damage, what about bacardi damage? Why do young people think that older people have never a)lived and b)partied? She was so impressed that she went off and got me a cheaper deal.
2. I seem to have my blogging mojo back both on here and the little bits I do for BritMums.
3, I am reconnecting with some of my favourite bloggers which feels great. I even did Magpie Monday this week albeit on Tuesday.
4. I got back to cooking and baking. Particular wonders included a beef in beer dish and my raspberry clafoutis.
5. I am ousting the shyness sometimes and talking, yes actually talking with mums at the school gates. It is amazing how if you smile and chat, most open up straightaway. Who knew? They probably think I am weird but as I find school runs possibly the most boring thing on earth, chatter must help.
Maybe not such a bad week then?
I might even go now and jazzed up for t’husband coming home. What do you reckon?