You Know What Sucks?
Being tired really sucks. I stayed up late last night, visiting with my friends, and then was awake half the night, coughing. I’ve come down with the cold Klumpen started. Next will be TSM, and then TOH will get it just in time for the weekend.
Being tired sucks because I feel like I’m neglecting everything in my fog. My work gets a half hearted attempt. Forget the housework. I never get any done. TOH has been doing more than his fair share of it lately. I feel guilty for that. I feel guilty for the dozen or so personal emails I have that should get a response. I feel guilty that I haven’t finished knitting the baby sweater yet. All this stuff I want and need to do, and no energy to do any of it.
I feel like I neglect my friends. I feel like I neglect my kids. All because I’m too tired to do anything about it. I have a much greater understanding than I ever would want about why sleep deprivation is used as a torture method.
Being tired sucks.
I have managed to nearly finish knitting the hood of the baby sweater, but the whole thing is certainly not going to be finished by tomorrow. I still have the left and right fronts to do, as well as all the assembly. So, I’ll have to put a “more to come” card in with the hat and booties I already made.
We had a wonderful visit with our friends and their four daughters. TSM was quite intimidated by all that hair and girliness running rampant through the house. I’m going to make a genuine effort to stay more in touch. It’s ridiculous that it’s taken us nearly 12 years to visit with each other. The last time Klumpen and their oldest had seen each other, they were both in diapers.
I’m heading home early today, to get a nap, start a cake, go to Target for TSM to pick out a late birthday present for Klumpen, work on the sweater, wrap the hat & booties, and go to a band concert.
Being tired really sucks.