It’s a strange day today. I have adjusted very well to the time change and I’ve slept really well for two nights in a row but I find myself tired in the way that I found myself hungry yesterday: irrationally.
Plus, I didn’t want to leave the house this morning.
There is a big part of me that wishes I could had taken more time off to get ready. That’s why I want to be home. I would love to take a nap today but I would also love to fold the laundry and put it away, unload the dishwasher, and finished unpacking baby gifts. I know that I will be tired when I get home. I know that I will want to sit down and die. But I also want to get things done.
I am sick of my house being destroyed and I am sick of half finished projects. I am sick of being in the middle of things here and in the middle of things there. I just want to get stuff done.