I'm bone tired this morning. Sleep eluded me last night, no matter how hard I sought after it. When I would catch it for a few, something came to pull it from my grasp and hold it, taunting me. I'm exhausted...
I go back to work today after three weeks off. I don't want to. I'm just too tired. In twenty minutes I am going to go upstairs, wake the masses and it all begins again. The chaos of our lives. I so prefer the quiet of a sleepy morning where my girls choose their waking hour and I precede it with my own. I loathe the harps of my alarm (they really are harps, thank you iPhone) dictating when I rouse and reminding me that I get to be the harps for my girls. I wouldn't be so dramatic if I weren't so tired...
So, today I will not be following my new regimen of spending time with God, blogging, then working out. I will be exchanging the latter with a brief stint on the couch, catching a few more Zs until the melody of the harps comes and smacks me awake. I will save being a morning person for tomorrow. We'll see how that goes...
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