Holiday blues

No, I haven’t got the holiday blues because I’ve just come back from an amazing holiday.

I’ve got them because it’s half-term. DH is off, and already he’s pissy (it’s Monday). Does not bode well for the rest of the week.

He doesn’t want to go for a walk. He doesn’t want to stay at home. He doesn’t want to go to the park.

He’s getting annoyed about everything and that’s just exhausting to be around.

This is what I hate about him having time off. When he’s low, we have to put up with him for a whole day/week/fortnight. There is no escape!

Put it this way – I’ve chosen to go clothes shopping with my daughter rather than stay around DH.

We’ve just booked our summer holiday. Lovely, yes. But actually holidays for us have not always been joyful family experiences and we’re bloody stuck with each other for two weeks….


Seasons in the sun

You know the one – ‘We have joy, we have fun, we have seasons in the sun’?

Well, if ¬†you swapped ‘joy’ for ‘grump’ you’d be closer.

A good-ish few days. Even DH said this morning ‘Why can’t I be like this all the time?’ Which alerted me to the fact that he was very cheery. Maybe too cheery. Not manic. Just, cheery, which is not normal.

And indeed, when I got back this evening, the mood had shifted. Maybe it’s because he’s got his appointment with the new therapist tomorrow. Who bloody knows.