This morning when I got dressed and ready to face the day, I was feeling pregnant and fabulous. My husband had cleaned up after dinner last night and given me some much needed alone mommy time, for me to do with what I wished. It felt awesome to be able to do things on my own time table and not on my children’s, having to pause to kiss a boo boo, mediate an argument, attend to my youngests demands, etc. You mother’s can certainly relate I’m sure.
My fabulous feeling was shortlived, though. I should’ve felt rested. I should’ve felt renewed. I shouldn’t have felt so tired. I shouldn’t feel so burnt out. You’d think this belly would be a constant reminder that I am pregnant, and that I’m not superwoman or something. Yet, I still do everything I did before and thensome, because we’re starting over here and so there is much more that needs to be done than my normal routine (unpacking, new garden..). It’s no wonder why I’m so tired.
We were going to plant today, go to the store and buy some more planting supplies (garden soil, something to help till the hard-soiled garden, some more plants for both the ground and the hanging baskets, more pots, lava rock along with stepping stones for mini walk ways, etc) and yet
we I did nothing (my children most certainly didn’t do “nothing”, they climbed trees and played all day). I even almost half fell asleep I was that tired. I think my iron levels maybe low or something.
Second day of school is tomorrow, too, which means an early day for us all. I’m not certain getting up any earlier is going to help my tiredness any, but I must say I actually find I do much better on school days with a schedule.
Perhaps the garden will get started tomorrow. Perhaps I won’t be so tired tomorrow. Perhaps. Hmm…
Here’s to hoping…