For many, this is the first official working week of the year. Which sucks. Perhaps you've already been back at work for a week or more? Sucked in. Maybe you're one of those rare people who adore their job, and have been counting down the days until you can get back to work as if it's Christmas. You freak.
The worst thing is the backsliding. It happens, and you just have to accept it. This is apparently one of the things that hits a lot of people the hardest: you're chugging along doing fine, and then it kicks you in the guts, as visceral as it is emotional. It's a cruel intrusion into your belief that you were doing well, and stirs up all kind of worries...
So, we may be single, in our 30's & with no sign of marriage, babies or even a relationship on the horizon, but do you know what? No thanks. I'll take a friendly lick on the face & picking up poop over a one night stand & baggage. You can keep your awkward first date dinner for 2, I've got a platonic play date with a Dachshund.
Before meeting my other half I spent the best part of five years navigating the peaks and troughs of single life and know all too well the pain and pleasure of flying solo on special occasions. Here are some of my tips on how I enjoyed, made the most of and kept my sanity/perspective in check at Christmas and many other special occasions.
For the last ten years the structure of my day has been dictated by my busy bowels. I've always had a speedy metabolism, but these days my innards conduct themselves like an Olympic bobsleigh team. My daily schedule is controlled by my petulant paunch, and it's become necessary to assess every journey/task and appoint a risk factor.
Online dating has also given me a horrible insight into my own personal shortcomings. I find myself helping friends make snap judgements about people's looks - too shiny, too hairy, and too tidy - and their grammar (yes I am both shallow and nerdy). And it makes me, and possibly the whole online world grateful that I am no longer single.