I am tired. TAh-erd. Despite now (mostly) sleeping through the night, I am still bagged by the end of every day. Something about the work/kids/life/marriage/exercise/home/friends balance (or lack thereof) is just taking it out of me. I know I’ll look back on these busy days and be thankful for how packed they were, and I’ll stand amazed at how I summoned the energy to catapult through the frantic weeks, but for now, I’m just spent. I feel like I could sleep for a week.
Ever been there? Or spent a decade there? Zzzzzz.