I pride myself on getting out of the house with all of the children at least once, every day.
Yet for the past three days, we've been stuck inside. We haven't been able to open the doors or the windows because the smoke and ash are still bad. The television has been running almost constantly with the news and we've transformed our family room in to an indoor playground. Although it might seem that staying inside would be a relaxing change of pace ... I am completely exhausted. I don't remember ever being this tired. Except for the moment immediately before I lost consciousness when placed under general anesthesia.
From the time the kids wake up in the morning, I am counting the minutes until they go down for their nap and when they wake up from that, I am counting the minutes until they go to sleep for the night. In unprecedented fashion, I've been taking naps when the kids nap. Which makes me even more tired.
I feel like I'm running in quick sand and my head is in a fog.
I'll spend a few minutes getting the kids started on a project that I hope will keep them entertained for an hour, and they'll bore of it within five minutes. I will then spend 10 minutes cleaning it up and preparing the next project. And the next. And the next.
Puzzles. Forts. Books. Playdoh. Crayons. We've done it all.
It really makes no sense to me how they can do all of this ....
And yet, I'm the one that looks like this.