Right Now

I'm feeling a little fed up.  Don't know why.  Just am.
I still have a snotty nose after the virus two weeks ago and I've been feeling really tired.  To the point that one night last week, after making tea and doing the ironing I was in bed by 7.30pm.
I'm really busy at work and with one week to go before the holidays it doesn't look like it will slow down any time soon.
I'm trying to watch Wimbledon but have to contend with hubby moaning about how boring it is and flouncing out of the kitchen every time it's on.  It's a different story when he wants to watch the football on the big TV. Sometimes I really do wonder who the child is in this house.
I'm busy getting ready for our holiday which amazingly is in 16 days time.  How on earth did that happen?  I have everything we need, I just need to sort it out and get it into a case.
I'm not worrying about where to go each day when we get there because as Julia Roberts says in Pretty Woman "I'm a kinda fly by the seat of my pants gal".
I'm trying to finish a few layout ideas I have going at the moment and hope to do some this afternoon.  (Laura Robson has just won her match so I'm free to scrap).
I'm looking forward to a nice steak dinner that hubby is making later and the glass of wine that will go with it.  BBQ tomorrow if the weather holds  :0)
I'm looking forward to mum coming back up again the week before we go away and I'm busy planning things to do everyday.  I'm hoping it's going to be too nice to stay in.
I'm hoping that I feel more up-beat tomorrow as I hate feeling down.
and finally
I'm taking a leaf out of Carrie @ Rosalind Revival's book and turning off the comments on my blog.  Not because I don't like getting them, because I do, but because I want to love blogging for me.  It's hard to explain but I know what I mean.