I thought about not participating in the prompt today. My blog is usually a happy place unless someone dies and I try not to write about the negative in my life if I don’t have to.
This is my happy place to look back on our children’s childhood that is all too quickly flying by.
BUT – a challenge is a challenge and I don’t have anything else to write about, it’s fitting to my “now”, and being more real is never a bad thing.
My husband is a better parent than I am.
That’s the way I feel, at least.
I don’t have the energy I feel I need, and it seems I never get enough sleep, even when I do.
I’m sure my husband gets tired too, but he manages to keep going.
My body just won’t let me. It just stops and I can’t force it to keep going.
I wasn’t always like this. I used to be able to go-go-go.
I don’t know if I reached my limit or if something more serious happened last year, after my surgery and infection.
I get grouchy easily, too and it sets the mood for the entire day.
There are no specific triggers and it can last anywhere from a few hours to a few weeks.
My husband during all of this? He’s doing everything he can to keep his cool and not join me in my grouch-fest.
He takes over at bedtime on the nights that I just CAN’T.
I struggle with having the perfect house. When things are dirty or messy I can’t focus and it seems like a constant circle.
I’m okay with tidy but I can NOT do chaos.
