I feel very out of control right now, things happening and me only reacting. As I've bemoaned, my Christmas decorating plans changed to accommodate delayed delivery of my furniture, twice. Latest hint is maybe it will be in the last week of December. Of course, DH and I are having to track this down. No one from the store has bothered to proactively inform us. I'm so disappointed to not have furniture downstairs with my family home. I'd like to cry but what will that help? So much for a relaxing home stay with visions of us all curled up by the fireplace, stockings hung. Last year on this date, I wrote about my Minimalist-Christmas Decorations by Chance. This year, things are about the same, stripped down, not at all what I was hoping to have my house look like to enjoy and now, continued emptiness in the space I thought would be homey.
I tried playing volleyball last night. I don't even know how he did it, but pup must have taken one of my shoes, hid it well, leaving me to use another pair, a chunky cross trainer. Volleyball was a train wreck. I'm still not perky, but wasn't expecting to battle shoes that made moving even more challenging. Maybe pup was trying to tell me something. It's been less fun the last couple years. Some on the team take it too serious, and even when I'm feeling well, heading out in the winter for 8:30 games is a chore. Is it time to call it quits?
Work, quite frankly, is too much work right now. I was pretty used to my days off so working the 45+ weeks again since September are taking a toll. Relief will come once I've transitioned the new staff to take on the tasks I had to pick up, but in the interim, training and orienting her has just been more on my plate. I have my time off to look forward to, oh yes, in my bare house!
I think this first winter cold front and snow has put me out of sorts. Maybe my mood will brighten once I acclimate again. Until then, I'll just try not to let my temperament impact others.