I realize that I have been a slacker blog wise. I don't really have an excuse (well other than being a temporary single mom, three college classes, and preparing for our move half way across the country). I know plenty of other mom's who are just as busy as I am, if not more so, and so I am really trying not to complain about anything. But the truth is that I am tired. Really, really tired. I try not to show it much. I am usually one of those people that likes to go out and be busy and do things. Lately I don't even want to go outside when it is nice. I don't want to go room to room and make a list of things that we are taking or selling. I don't want to go grocery shopping. I don't even want to watch TV.
The odd thing is I'm not depressed about it. I just don't want to do anything. I suppose that is justifiable, but it is very not me. In defense I have only been feeling like this for about two weeks. Pretty much once we all finally got better after being sick for a month.
I'm starting to pull out of it a bit. Making lists again and getting the girls out of the house when it isn't nasty outside. But I still feel guilty. Like the last two weeks have been some kind of failure on my part. I know they were no such thing. It's not like I didn't do all the necessary things.
Everyone deserves to do nothing every now and then, right?
I hope so.
I think I will feel better after my little weekend trip to visit Brady in a couple of weeks. :o)
And I will have pictures of the girls in my next post. There is a lot to catch up on and I am determined to get things back to normal around here...
