I seem to be running on fumes. Literally just trying to make it…I don’t even know my destination…by coasting. Reviewing Kiran’s medical history and diagnosis list took a lot out of me emotionally and mentally yesterday. Physically, daily demands never slow down. I had two important meetings this morning before and during preschool that ate up my entire morning. I feel like my to-do list stretches out, longer and longer before me, and all I want to do is take a nap.
It doesn’t help that I am catching a cold.
I’m tired, I’m worn. My heart is heavy. That really seems to be my theme song.
I find when I struggle with this type of exhaustion – the all-encompassing, overwhelming type – that I am back in what I call the darkness.
It’s not good here. I am not my best self here.
I do my best to keep it a short stay. I’m doing better at being honest about it with the people around me who can help. I think I figured out my destination: bed. Today, I just need to do what I need to do to make it til bedtime.