The Most Depressing Day of the Year

Yeah, it’s got me too.  Today I’ve been feeling just a tad less optimistic than I have been recently.  Of course, this time of year is crap.  It’s cold.  I’m broke.  At least it wasn’t wet though.  And it could have been much worse.  In fact there has been no specific reason to feel a bit miserable today.  The Child has been remarkably well behaved.  She was dressed almost as soon as she got up, and then she ate her breakfast quickly.  And after school she made no argument with getting changed early so I could get things in the washing machine.  She even ate all her tea.  Of course that just makes me suspicious, but I’m not going to argue.

So, to cheer myself up I think I might read for a bit.  The Child’s in bed already.  Bizarre.  She read her school book with time left over for a bedtime story.  She’s been lovely today.  It’s made a very refreshing change.  And I’m feeling pretty good about my uni assignment too.  So why do I feel crap?  I blame January.  And possibly this Blue Monday thing.  It certainly has nothing to do with The Child.  Or my course.  Or The Ex even.  Though he did find out today that he is definitely being made redundant.  Of course, I’ve been telling him that it was as good as guaranteed when he first found out it was a possibility.  He’s being suspiciously optimistic about finding another job soon though.  Maybe getting a job isn’t actually as difficult as he’s been making out?  I hope not, as I’ll be applying for things as soon as something I can actually do comes up.  When I say something I can actually do, I mean something that doesn’t require me to be able to drive, or to have a qualification that I don’t actually have.  Though of course waitressing would be preferred right now.  And I might have a volunteer job soon provided the interview thing I have on Friday goes alright.  Fingers crossed.

There, I’m being positive again.  It will all be fine.  The Child and me won’t be homeless in July.  I’ll get a job with enough hours (another issue when looking by the way.  There was one a couple of weeks that seemed perfect, until I read that it was for seven hours a week only.  Pointless.), and then we’ll be fine.  Yay.  I hope.

Thank god for The Child today though.  She’s been so lovely.  It’s actually really nice to know that she still can behave well.  I wish she’d be like this a bit more often though.  Hmmm.