So for the last two days I have had to force myself to complete simple tasks: breakfast, lunch, dinner, laundry, driving to school and back, all the while fighting the urge to just crawl into bed and sleep. The kiddos have been parked in front of the TV, not feeling too well themselves, and by bedtime it is all that I can do to keep from snapping at them to just GO TO BED already because I AM TIRED.
Tomorrow I have to spend the day at work, completing my annual certification for a self-defense type class. The thought of lifting any of my limbs to defend myself at this point is laughable. The thought of having everyone fed and dressed and out of the house before 8 feels about as possible as climbing Mount Everest.
It's entirely possible that tomorrow will be better. It's possible that, after a good night's sleep, I will wake up feeling normal again. I never know.
What I do know is that I will eventually come back around, if the past is any indication, and I will quickly forget what all of my complaining was about to begin with. In the meantime, my posting here will be
On a more positive note: I saw the first daffodils blooming today. Spring is on its way.