I am having a bad day. I am so tired it isn't funny. I am exhausted to the point I can barely function. I am counting down the hours to bedtime, and it has nothing to do with my children. I just want to sleep. I have never known what it feels like to be this tired before and just when I think I couldn't be anymore tired I find that I am.
I feel so guilty for complaining. My husband works two jobs and never gets the rest he needs. I feel like I don't have the right to complain about how I feel. I started the year off with so many fun things I wanted to do with the kids this summer. Now, I don't know how I will be able to do any of it.
Our anniversary is coming up next month. There is an Amish play I want to go see. We have sitters for the kids (thanks to my sisters) and it's the first time we'll actually spend a night alone since we got the kids. Well, really longer because Mama lived with us before that. I think it's been since 2006. I am excited about it, but I keep thinking about the long, drive to Indiana and the long drive back. John and I talked this morning about doing something more local. I know I will regret not going to see this play, though.
I want my life back. I want to be able to play with my kids more. I want to be able to wake up in the morning and feel energized for the rest of the day. I want to be able to go to the gym. I want to be able to enjoy life again. I want a diagnosis so I can be given a treatment plan for recovery. I want to be me...
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