I don’t know if it’s the light depression from the pandemic and lack of seeing other people and missing my family or just a bad time for my CFS… but I’m so tired lately. I’m having a hard time doing anything, and I feel like our home is falling to pieces around us.

There is so much I wanted to do for Christmas; baking and more decorations, cooking the yummy things I miss from Sweden and whatnot… but I’m struggling to even keep up with basic housework like dishes, hoovering and tidying up after the tiny tyrant. Honestly, how much of a mess can one small child make? (A lot.) I don’t know why she’s adamant everything has to be on the floor…

This is what I hate the most. I can handle the fibromyalgia pain okay (I’m aware mine isn’t as bad as some), but this lack of energy destroys me. I hate a messy house, and I can never keep up, always playing catch-up, and never get the chance to do any of the extra stuff that also needs doing. The time is there, the energy just isn’t. (Though there are some things that I can’t do with the tiny tyrant around. She may think she’s helping, but I think we can all agree that toddlers helping is anything but helpful.)

I apologise for this post. I’m really just having a whinge. I get so tired of myself and my inability to get past the tiredness to get what needs to be done… well, done.

Okay, I think I’m finished whinging for this time. I’d say I won’t do it again, but I suspect I will… We all need a good whinge now and again!

What would you like to whinge about? The state of the world? Your messy home? (Please tell me I’m not alone.)