I hate feeling exhausted...not surprising to anyone...no likes to be exhausted. Everything seems like such a chore. I have a cold and am totally wiped out. We have so much going on...now that is an understatement. With Maisy moving in in one week, the transition for a child who lives dependent on a ventilator and pacemaker is an enormous amount of work..and it is scary. With nightmares of her trach coming out and no new one to replace, I have not slept well to say the least. We are very excited but nonetheless overwhelmed...
Tyler is graduating and we have a yard full of sand and no grass. An open house needs to happen. And then there is soccer, rugby, quiz bowl, track and all the end of the year activities that keep an average family busy..
And I am just so tired...and yet I am trying to focus on the gift of health and energy. There are so many people who must live there lives with chronic illnesses that force them to live without the energy it takes to make through the day...there are many people who would love to have a houseful of children (okay, maybe not quite this many children!)...so I am trying to focus on the gifts I have been given instead of what I can not do today...
So as the laundry piles up, as we eat pop tarts for dinner, and as all the groceries we bought are piled up all over the counters, I will be thankful that I have another day and enough energy on most days to complete the tasks that I have been given the privilege of having..
