It’s taken 3 weeks but the post-race depression appears to have taken hold.
I was warned about it, but thought I had made it through. Until this week when everything is just too much for me.
Work, parenting, life it’s all too much this week. Adding in training for health and fitness was just too much. I’ve enjoyed not having to race into my gym as soon as Worm goes to sleep, I’ve enjoyed the glass of wine with dinner (probably a little too much)
The holiday to Sydney after the race was perfect, though I fear we let Worm develop some more poor sleep habits which are taking a while to break again.
She hasn’t slept through the night for nearly a month now, and has developed a new skill of climbing (falling) out of her cot which has lead to an unplanned transition to the big girl bed.
It sounds stupid but I guess this week it’s hitting me that my life has changed so much over the past 2 years. No more impromptu pub dinners, drunken evenings solving the problems of the world with my friends, no more just jumping on a plane and running away.
I know I can still do all these things, but they take more coordination now, and have different consequences.
I guess this week I’m just wanting to be Peter Pan & never grow up.
sorry about the disjointed writing here. I’m struggling to express myself at the moment.