Most Depressing Day of the Year...

According to the guy on our local radio station this morning, today is officially the most depressing day of the year. I don't know where he got his information from, but I think they based it on the fact that it's long enough after Christmas for you to have spent your Christmas money and for you to really feel the debt you've fallen into over Christmas, also the fact that we're still in January and it seems like ages until we wake up to sunshine on a morning and see flowers everywhere.

I don't think they're entirely wrong about this either, although I'm mostly depressed because we're getting buckets of rain instead of snow! There are floods and flood warnings all over Britain at the moment, and it doesn't look like it's letting up any time soon, which doesn't make for the most cheerful day of the year really, does it?

I'm also feeling the spirit of the day today because a friend at work is trying to organise for a few of us to go and see the Kaiser Chiefs live in Leeds in May and I think I've annoyed her by being my usual indecisive self, complete with my utter lack of communication skills and the aura of apathy and negativity that seems to follow me around like a bad smell recently.

Fun though it sounds, I don't think a career as an event organiser is high on my list of compatible jobs at the moment!

Also I'm having a little bit of trouble with Alexia's sleeping habits. I can't seem to tolerate her being awake any time between 7pm and 8am, and so I get really snappy with her or cry and make her feel guilty, which really won't help her sleep. As a result I've been avoiding the bed time routine and sending Paul in to do my dirty work, which makes me feel guilty. I'm beginning to wonder if it's perhaps me that's making it difficult for Alexia to sleep at night and that bothers me, which is perhaps part of the reason I'm trying to get my life in order a bit.

It'll all be ok tomorrow though, because that's not the most depressing day of the year, today is.