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Wednesday Feels Like Monday...

I was shocked to discover that it's Wednesday when I thought sure from the way I felt that it was Monday. I have a headache, I'm tired, out of sorts, our four wonderful grandchildren left with their parents this morning and there's a hole in my heart and I just want to lash out at someone or something.

Not sure what that's about. But it feels as though the world is off balance. How can Wednesday feel so much like Monday?

Our three daughters had an anniversary party for us on Saturday afternoon with family and friends from near and far. It was the best party in the world with great food and a scrumptious wedding-looking cake. I talked myself into a stupor as I visited with everyone and savored each second of the party.

Am I feeling the results of all that fun? Or the after shocks?

Is that what this deflated feeling is about? Having such a high from all the excitement and then being dropped suddenly to the ground without any warning when it was over? Have you ever felt like that? Had so much going on that when it's over you feel let down and neglected? Even rejected?

It's not that I don't have anything to do. There's bedding and dishes and all the stuff to put away after having house guests.

There's the writing that I'm way behind on. The novel to edit and the other novel to get back to.

And here I sit with debris all around me and I don't want to move.

I'm off to take an Aleve and a nap. Perhaps when I get up things will right themselves and I can get back into the groove of a Wednesday. I feel as though I'm inhabited by someone else. I wish the person that is inhabiting my body would clean the house while I nap.

Blessings!

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  1. Let-downs can be so hard. I hope your nap helps and you find yourself out of the Monday funk soon. Going for a walk, or escaping to a movie, both help me.

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  2. By the time it feels like Wednesday, it'll be Friday.
    Happy belated anniversary!

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  3. This post made me think of my grandfather who has been gone for a couple of years. After a holiday or big family occasion Grandpa would always say he felt depressed that it was all over. I miss him. Holidays just aren't the same without him.

    It also made me think of the Bon Jovi song "Someday I'll Be Saturday Night." Now, I need to go listen to that.

    Hope you are feeling better soon!

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  4. I hope you're feeling better. Have a restful weekend.

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  5. Know the feeling, I always felt that way after my daughters weddings, the endless planning and then feeling like I didn't get to enjoy it as much as I should of. I always nap when I feel overwhelmed by things, sometimes we just have to set things and ourselves on the back burner to regroup and focus.
    Hope you are back to yourself very soon Barb.

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