In a Funk

I'm in a funk. I hate being in a funk. I'm not sure why it happens, but I guess we all occasionally experience a funk. Parts of my house are a mess, and I just don't have the energy or desire to straighten them. Then when I go in those rooms, my funk just gets worse. I hope I snap out of it soon. I hate having to MAKE myself do housework, as opposed to actually WANTING to do it. I used to get into cleaning moods...not so much anymore. :( Maybe it's because the 3 other males that I live with don't seem to care. I find empty boxes still on shelves or on the kitchen counter. How much more effort does it take to walk 2 steps to the trash can??! So, that's pretty much the extent of my funk at home. Then, there's work...

I haven't taken a day off since I don't know when. I decided to take Monday off. It was really weird being off work on a day when everyone else goes to work and school, especially when you are hardly EVER out! I need to get used to that feeling, and do it more often. We get personal days, and I build up vacation days, too. It's just that, during school days, there's never a convenient time to take off. So when I do, I pay for it the day I return...double the work...and that much more behind. I've been playing catch up since then. Well, I guess it makes life interesting. I DO have some awesome friends and co-workers that make work more pleasant. I look forward to our daily lunch time, when we are able to gather together in the middle of the day and socialize for a bit. Sometimes we vent about things going on at work. Sometimes we vent about things goin on at home. It's what friends do. It's nice. So there IS some light within this funk I'm in. And this funk will pass. It always does. I just hate being in the midst of it, realizing it, and not being able to do anything about it. I just hope that it passes soon.

Maybe by the weekend...