The boys were at each other, me and the world all day today. By the time Mike got home, I was seriously exhausted – mentally, physically, emotionally…and any other ways that one can be exhausted. After the 493rd meltdown of his exhaustion-filled day, I threw Preston and Matt in the stroller, hitched up the dog and went for a walk. A few giggles ensued and the dog was happy. Of course, the return home resulted in more crankiness while playing outside, but soon we went inside and I grudgingly changed my clothes went to become one with the treadmill. I didn’t want to work out. Usually, once I get changed I’m ready to go, but today, I was just blah about it.
Post workout, I felt good (duh), but the whining and fussing by the boys was psycho and I couldn’t wait for bedtime. (Although, Matt is still up watching his “ipad”).
Nine o’clock came and I decided to come upstairs and watch Grey’s. Suddenly, I felt myself smiling. Snuggling in under my covers. Talking to the dog.
I needed some me time, a good tv show, and cozy blankets on a cool fall night.
Ah…..
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That must get really mentally taxing, sometimes
That must get really mentally taxing, sometimes
i so know this feeling and i so love the sweet relief of a warm bed.
i so know this feeling and i so love the sweet relief of a warm bed.