Today, I am feeling rather sorry for myself. I’m sat at home, having a sick day off work, thinking of all the things I should be doing but not having the energy to actually get up and do them all.
I don’t know whether it’s post-holidays blues after our amazing time in Cuba that’s making me feel so rubbish or just my body not wanting to cooperate with my head. I can imagine it screaming at me now “STOP DOING STUFF!! I can’t keep up!! No, not listening? Fine then, I’ll make you ill instead”. Cue evil laugh from my weary body.
I can’t be the only one who gets holiday blues though. Surely everyone comes back from one trip and, as soon as they’ve landed back in the same old home town, already miserable and wishing they were back in some far off destination, starts planning the next one straight away?
I always make sure we have something lined up to look forward to and, not one to boast (okay, that’s a lie, I totally am one to boast), we have some super exciting plans over the coming months.
In just 2 weeks time we’ll be on our way to Italy to spend Easter in Tuscany and the Italian Riviera. I’ve been eagerly checking the weather every day hoping that we’ll be gifted with a slight bit of sunshine in the beautiful villages of Cinque Terre.
Despite having lived so close to Ireland our whole lives, neither of us have stepped foot on Irish ground. So, over the May bank holiday weekend, we’re taking a quick visit to Dublin to explore a new destination.
We’ve finally managed to plan a trip back to one of our favourites places in the world this summer – Gibraltar. This is where we got married 8 years ago and I have family from here so it’s like a second home to me. We’ll be staying on the super amazing super luxurious ‘Super Yacht Hotel’ to celebrate my mum’s
50th opps, sorry mum, I mean 28th birthday.
Mr Ayla has wanted to return to Cornwall for years to try out some surfing on one of the lovely beaches. I have no idea why as he was completely hopeless at it the first time! I was even more hopeless so this time my feet will be staying firmly on ground while I watch (and laugh) at his attempts from the comfort of the sandy beach.
So, whether it’s holiday blues or my body just telling me to slow it down, either way I’m not listening. I may be snuggled up in my pjs under the duvet right now (if someone wants to bring me some soup that would be much appreciated), but I don’t let these things knock me down for long. And it always helps when my lovely husband brings me my favourite flowers home to cheer me up 🙂
Do you get post-holiday blues? What do you do to cheer yourself up?