Am I okay?

This week my propensity to swing from totally fed up to perfectly happy has been more acute than normal, which is making me wonder if I'm okay, or really not very okay at all. Like on Monday - woke up and was a total, shouty cow for about an hour, but was serenely happy the minute we arrived at Kew and for the whole of the rest of the day (probably something to do with the fact that Kew is enchanted). Today - woke up just dandy but a mere 2 hours later I was seriously fantasising about walking out the front door and just keeping going, leaving kids, bf, home and the comfort of the burbs behind me forever. And I don't think it's because the bubs are being more bub-like and toddler-like than usual. I think it's because my willingness to tolerate it has just dissipated completely.

Having said that, right now Jasmine is painting the dining room table with yoghurt and I'm actually pretty cool with that. So I think I must be okay after all.