I’m spent. Literally. I have nothing left. This summer has taken it out of me. We had entirely too much going on, too many worries and concerns beyond the normal, with the ‘normal’ worries leaping to new heights.
There’s more to do within 10 feet of me than I have the energy to do. The laundry now officially has oozed from the ‘basket’ to engulf the floor below. I don’t think I can call it a laundry room anymore. I’m not sure what it qualifies as now. Plus, there’s laundry to put away, not to mention the laundry that’s overtaken our bedroom floor.
Dishes are washed but the counters full of random things that would take entirely too long to put away. A floor to be swept and cleaned, more to be vacuumed, the main bathroom for “toilet training” to have a more effective bleaching…finances to be figured, advocacy to be done and children to entertain.
I need a shower.
It’s 9:48 pm on a school night and I’ve just returned from the 10th time of being up in the boy’s (separate) rooms. The rush hour(s) of after school to bed time was filled with various meals, clean ups, toileting accidents that give new meaning to “haz-mat” and chaos. Oh, such chaos.
O is to have a friend over tomorrow but J shows every sign of not sleeping through the night which will effectively kill her chances of a morning play time.
I did this all yesterday. I will do it all again tomorrow.
And I will STILL need a shower.
(That’s your official warning to stand upwind from me).