Today is one of those days where everything feels like too much. I can’t be bothered doing anything.
I feel sorry for people who talk to me on days like this, because they start out the conversation so bubbly and ready to discuss whatever needs to be discussed and I answer, “I don’t really know…” And then I feel I have to qualify that answer by saying “I’m sorry, I feel so yuck today, I can’t really process anything” which instantly kills the conversation, and makes the other person feel like they have to be sympathetic. I mean, what do you even say to someone who can’t string two thoughts together because she’s been up all night for the past 9 months?
I’m just so tired.
I felt this way last Friday too. It’s like my body can make it six days of little sleep and constant baby-minding, but then on the seventh day it can do no more.
I wish I had more to say about this, a clever little quip about motherhood, or an inspiring thought on how it’s all worth it. But I don’t. I’m too tired.