I’m really tired today – physically, emotionally, spiritually. I’m trying to keep up with the laundry and dishes so it’s not a disaster here if the baby ever comes out, but just sorting four loads and carting one down to the laundry room was enough to make my heart race. It didn’t help that Asher woke up in the wee hours of the morning, soaking wet again. (Nothing keeps that kid dry all night; nothing.)
We had to put in a new tank for our well. Very exciting. The stuff you spend money on as a grownup is not nearly as exciting as when you saved your pennies up for a year to buy a new bike at age nine.
I’ve even lost the energy/desire to craft, which is pretty remarkable. I’m going to make myself sew up something with recycled wool sweaters today, perhaps a little diaper cover or longies, so that I can feel like I accomplished something and avoid moping.