I'm tired. Bo sleeps through the night more often than not, but he tends to go to bed late and he does still wake up some nights.
I'm busy. Like so busy I haven't even thought about socializing with friends, much less had the brainpower to miss it, because when am I possibly going to fit that in, anyway?
Sometimes I feel almost totally demoralized.
And then I stop before 'almost totally' turns into 'entirely'. Maybe I don't have the time or the energy to whip up a ladies night extravaganza, but I do have to take care of my family. That's one of those non-optional to-dos.
So I have to suck it up and move even when it feels like there's an anvil on each shoulder. I move a centimeter. Then an inch. A foot. Another. And then I'm moving again, slow or not. Doesn't matter as long as I'm pushing forward.
Most of the time, with a smile on my face because I wouldn't want to disappoint these folks!
Happy almost weekend!
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