I'm tired of being tired and running late. When I run late and miss yoga, it's like... well, guess I'll blog and ice my bunions. What else can I do? But I guess being tired and running late make you appreciate being well rested and on time.
We're talking about heaven tomorrow morning at Bible study. I think that will help me.
I told someone today that I was home and tired and dreaming about gardening with a baby on my hip. I know, you hate me and I need to stop dreaming like the future will be magic and I have it horribly now. I have a good life. It's just hectic right now.
All the windows are open and it's dark and Charlotte and I are waiting for the rain and for Tyler to get home from class. I think I need to read a book or something. When I came home from OK, I took the stockings off my living room wall (they don't look Christmasy, ok) and de-cluttered a bit. Tomorrow is the first day of Spring after all. Quoting Lisa the street woman after asking me for a cigarette and me replying no and that I do not smoke... "Well... Spring is in the air!"
I need to get things into perspective. I have a good life. I am happy. I'm just tired. And stressed. And sinful.