It’s happened a couple of times this week. I just feel so out of it and I feel physically sapped too. Shuffling from room to room is enough to drain my energy and my brain feels so fried that I can’t think fo what I was going to do in that room anyway or what I should be doing.
There is a good chance that I am fighting something off. A lot of people I know are sick right now. Stomach flu, sinus issues, common cold, strep. It’s all going around. It wasn’t until after I woke up from a three hour nap his afternoon that I realized this is probably the issue. My body is fighting and it is fighting hard. So I’m tired and pretty much brain dead.
I hate it. I want to do things. I want to get so much done. But I just can’t move as fast as I want to and I just can’t think as hard as I want to. I have to slow down. I have to take my time. And I do feel gross.
I’m feeling a bit bummed today. I’m feeling, I don’t know, like I’ve ruined everything. And I’m feeling like there’s so much to do before the baby gets here and none of it is going to get done. And I just feel so stressed and worried and sad. It’s a terrible emotional cocktail to go with the gunk of feeling funky to begin with.
I want to do something but I don’t know what. I want to accomplish something. I want to have a good time and laugh and create something. I want to not feel so drained and dull and broken. But to everything there is a season, even this mess.