Over the weekend I hit the skids. 

"No-one appreciates me. Everyone is doing the wrong thing. I don't even have the energy to cook!" I said. (Actually that last one is really nothing new...) I just wanted to go to bed and sleep for a week.

For a day or two I thought I was suffering from what Brene Brown calls 'vulnerability hangover' but then I figured I just had a virus. So I've cancelled everything except the grocery shopping and the school pick up and the dinner cooking and the dancing for the five year old. I meant everything else - all the extra stuff. Including a proper, thoughtful blog post.

Here instead, is something that just about describes me in the morning, especially right now.