There’s no getting around the fact that my brain has taken a vacation. Again. I am so exhausted mentally and physically that it’s all I can do to simply get up in the morning, get my children ready, take a shower, dress and take them to school. That’s about all the strength I have. There’s a post that I’ve been writing for more than a week and I think I’m just going to have to scrap it because by the time I’m done it’ll be irrelevant.
I don’t have the strength to wash dishes or do any other chores, but I think I’ll have to at least push through doing the kitchen today because even I’m starting to get disgusted. I just want to lay down and sleep. Ignore the to-do list, the work assignments and the errands. I would rather flip through a magazine and lay on the couch instead of doing something constructive. The problem is I don’t have the luxury to do that indefinitely, do I?
Not many people I know have that luxury. And if they do they must be freeloading, anti-adult, selfish, lazy…
Wait, this isn’t about anyone else or how I feel about them; this is supposed to be about me. At this point all I have the energy to do is take a nap. I just hope some energy, drive or desire will hit soon or I’m going to be in big trouble.