I’m in a bad mood today – or at least a bad mood seems to be very close to the surface, prepared to break through at the slightest provocation.
It seems to be a day of being told off by people who don’t usually tell me off. My song choices this morning for leading worship at church were a little controversial, and my Aspie twin brother made several digs while he was here this evening for tea and choir-music practice. He normally just rolls his eyes at me.
I have a bad cold so I can’t sing properly, which made both leading music at church and practising for tomorrow’s choir rehearsal difficult, and now DH is getting to read Harry Potter 7 to Mr 9. It’s the chapter where they end up riding a dragon. Darn it!
I haven’t had any decent amount of exercise for a long time.
It’s still another month and a half until I quit work, so my motivation is low but I still have to get stuff ready for my successor. At the same time, as I wrote about yesterday, I’m nervous about next year and all the stuff I have to do for it.
The house is a mess as we try to fit the same amount of furniture in a reduced amount of space so the fire can go in. The tiler hasn’t finished his job – the hole in the carpet is still raw-edged. DH finally got round to finishing painting the boys’ bedroom skirting boards today, so their room was also a complete shambles, so they had to play either in the untidy living room or in their sister’s room, as it was cold, wet and windy outside. Which means we have a rack of laundry in the living room as well.
And it’s that time of the month.
But I’m sure that has nothing to do with it.