I’m exhausted. All the time. I go back and forth between home and school, between sixteen 5 year olds and four kids of my own. The tiny bit of kid-free time I have is reserved for Fleur de lis. Poor girl gets a tired, exhausted me a few hours a week. Most of the time we make the best of it, but sometimes we don’t connect well. I know it’s normal to have moody days every once in a while, but I don’t enjoy either of us being moody on a day when we get to spend time together. I feel like the days are wasted somehow.
I wrote that last paragraph a few days ago. I didn’t publish it then because I was too tired to finish what I was writing. Today I don’t feel like writing it anymore so I’m hitting publish on this one and starting something new.
Although far different than your blog, and living a much slower more peaceful life, I find if I just post whatever strikes my fancy or what I’m thinking of as soon as I write it, it lets me move on to new pursuits. Perhaps ‘pursuits’ isn’t the best choice of words with a lady who spends her days herding young children & their thoughts toward some semblence of accomplishment;-)