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.