I am tired to my bones. Yesterday it dawned on me that the last time I felt like this, was when my daughter was born 19 years ago. People would say ‘She’s asleep, why don’t you have one too?’, and I would feel obliged to point out that it was the only down time I had – time to relax and do the things I wanted to do.
It feels like that again.
I’ve been awake for two and a half hours, and have lain in bed thinking of all the things I could be doing instead. And doing none of them. Even now I am thinking I have time to go swing a kettlebell around for 15 minutes before I have to pick up the lush of my life from work – so I’m lying here blogging. I’m more than a little disappointed in myself, and am consoling myself with the fact he will come home and sleep, so I can do it all then.
Bet I don’t.
How am I going to feel normal again? Ever?