As of right now, everyone in my family has strep throat. Everyone, except me.
We have enough antibiotics stockpiled in our frig to kill off a large colony of any virus ballsy enough to get within a half mile of our home. And I daresay, there is none that brave.
And I, to put it mildly, am on the tired side. Jet told my mom this afternoon as I sat on the couch in a half stupor that "Christin's been going 120% for a week and a half straight."
Huh. so maybe that's why I'm so tired?
Oddly enough, having someone voice an excuse for my lethargy gives me some sort of relief. Like it's okay to take a 10 minute nap because my husband has noticed that I haven't slept in...oh, six years.
Sad that it's come to that, isn't it? I need someone to tell me it's okay to feel tired. To my counseling friends: Should I be concerned by this? To my Seasoned Mom friends: Or shall I just rack it up as yet another trait of Motherhood?
I'm finding that I can run empty for weeks on end. energized by only the Mom status I wear.
Until finally, that title can no longer sustain me. I collapse on the floor. curl in the fetal position. and suck my thumb.
So there you have it. The reason why I haven't been updating the blog. I'm sucking my thumb. Which makes it completely impossible to efficiently type.
Update on the Provision of the Father soon.
