Finally an evening where I can sort of catch my breath.
I've said it several times in the last 6 weeks, but I have no idea how people with multiple children do it. I have ONE kid. Granted - he's spoiled. We let him do multiple activities and one of us is always with him at said activities. BUT - it's exhausting. Hubby has a bunch of his own activities - not the least of which is his endless working out, plus poker and Risk (don't ask), etc. etc.
I'm tired. I have not been feeling that great over the last couple of weeks - I'm currently hoarse as heck, have a nasty hacking dry cough, and a TMJ flare which I think may land me in my doctor's office soon. Add in the endless running and PHEW. Not that I'm complaining - I'm not. As I actually reminded myself - out loud - as I plunked myself into my car on my way home from work today, I'm lucky. I'm blessed. I have a good job and a healthy family.
So why am I - in addition to being exhausted - feeling like something is missing? I hate this. I have felt this way on and off for a long time, but lately it's been pretty bad. It's making me insane.
My husband thinks I am so pessimistic I can't see what I have. And maybe he's right.
But maybe he isn't. There's something inside of me that's restless and wondering what I'm missing. I have yet to be able to put my finger on it;. Maybe this is what a midlife crisis is?
In the meantime, this feeling lingers here and there. How I have time to even notice it most of the time is beyond me.
I think I'll bring this into my diary at this point, just because I feel like this blog entry sucks and is disjointed.
On a happier note, we recently had my sister's bridal shower. One of the things we did for her was make her a friendship wreath. My mom found the idea in a Victorian crafts book. I love the idea - I want to make a ribbon wreath like this for myself...eventually...
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