I fell asleep with my clothes on at 9:00 last night. I didn't even do my nighttime chores of cleaning out the kids' bags and doing the dishes. Then I took a two hour nap with my 2 year old today. Then I fell asleep at 8:30. But I did get back up and take my vitamins and put a load in the dryer. But Eddie did the dishes. Thank you, Lord.
Maybe I'm fighting something off. Maybe it's the monotonous of my days of getting up, pumping milk, feeding the kids, doing dishes, fixing their bags, taking them to school, working my butt off in between pumping milk, picking up the kids, pumping milk, feeding the kids, giving them a bath, brushing their teeth, putting them to bed, doing dishes, picking things up and getting things set up for the next day. Weekends are spent running around, grocery shopping, library swapping, birthday parties, Target runs and open houses. Writing it down makes me more tired. Maybe I shouldn't think about it but let the mindlessness take over.
Now I'm up playing Scrabble with my BFF Heidi, reading her blog now trying my hand at it. I think I suck, but I'll try to do better.
