Holy crap!
Yes, I said it. Holy crap. I am so tired of being so tired. Every day I think that tomorrow I'm going to feel better and do this, this, and that. Really getting tired of the better tomorrow not coming.
My daughter's college volleyball team was going to stay with us week before last, but ended up only having about 8 girls plus a coach. Lots of preparation for the expected 17 guests. It was good for me, I guess. I do what I can and then lie down, repeat, repeat, repeat.
My son ran a great cross country race last week and made the varsity team for districts and I didn't think there would be a problem for the state meet, but now my daughter's sophomore night at her college volleyball match (out of state) is the same weekend as the high school state cross country meet. And guess what, people? I don't feel like going to either one of them. There would be tears on my pillow but I am too tired to cry about it. (That's just pitiful, isn't it?)
I have tree shoots and cuttings from a bush that I have been tending for months that I need to get transplanted before the ground gets cold and we've had some beautiful days for me to do it, but I feel crappy. I am not sure it is holy crappiness, but nevertheless I shout (imagine shouting because I have pressure on my chest and can't even talk very loudly) "Holy crap!" That is what I imagine shouting. Sadly, it does not relieve my crappiness, holy or not.
My daughter's college volleyball team was going to stay with us week before last, but ended up only having about 8 girls plus a coach. Lots of preparation for the expected 17 guests. It was good for me, I guess. I do what I can and then lie down, repeat, repeat, repeat.
My son ran a great cross country race last week and made the varsity team for districts and I didn't think there would be a problem for the state meet, but now my daughter's sophomore night at her college volleyball match (out of state) is the same weekend as the high school state cross country meet. And guess what, people? I don't feel like going to either one of them. There would be tears on my pillow but I am too tired to cry about it. (That's just pitiful, isn't it?)
I have tree shoots and cuttings from a bush that I have been tending for months that I need to get transplanted before the ground gets cold and we've had some beautiful days for me to do it, but I feel crappy. I am not sure it is holy crappiness, but nevertheless I shout (imagine shouting because I have pressure on my chest and can't even talk very loudly) "Holy crap!" That is what I imagine shouting. Sadly, it does not relieve my crappiness, holy or not.
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