I have settled into a middling level of general daily fatigue that I believe is par for the course when you have children. I miss the lazy weekends of 12-14 hour lie ins more than almost anything else, but it's the day-in day-out semi-exhausted state that never ends that's really messing with my head. Today for some reason it has totally, utterly caught up with me.
I have so many things to do. I have laundry to fold. I have dishes to wash. I am supposed to be cleaning out the basement, which has turned into a quagmire of random baby and medical crap. I am still working on thank you notes from the kids birthday presents.
I am so tired that I can hardly keep my eyes open. My body feels like lead. Sam, who just spent all day working in un-air conditioned surroundings and then came home and cooked dinner, just told me to go to bed. Leave everything and go to bed. It's just after 9:00pm. My husband is, yes, a gem.
Now I am so excited to go to bed this early I am afraid I won't be able to sleep. But I'm giving it a shot. Good Night!
I have so many things to do. I have laundry to fold. I have dishes to wash. I am supposed to be cleaning out the basement, which has turned into a quagmire of random baby and medical crap. I am still working on thank you notes from the kids birthday presents.
I am so tired that I can hardly keep my eyes open. My body feels like lead. Sam, who just spent all day working in un-air conditioned surroundings and then came home and cooked dinner, just told me to go to bed. Leave everything and go to bed. It's just after 9:00pm. My husband is, yes, a gem.
Now I am so excited to go to bed this early I am afraid I won't be able to sleep. But I'm giving it a shot. Good Night!