This morning was rough. Not for Henry, who was wonderful as usual, but for his poor, tired mama. Upon waking, I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think straight. And, apparently, I couldn’t open my eyes since I ran into the door on the way to the bathroom. When did vacation become SO exhausting?
Perhaps my brain was addled with fatigue but I couldn’t help but focus on our missed opportunity for relaxation. Labor Day weekend isn’t supposed to be tiring. It’s supposed to be about doing nothing. A last chance to revel in the easy ways of summer. This thought pattern is quite dangerous and, of course, prompted a rapid spiral downward. How I can keep going in this condition? Does it ever slow down? Do we ever get a chance to rest? (Ah, nothing like a morning mommy meltdown.)
Fortunately, these two posts landed in my mailbox this morning:
After reading these, I realized that life won’t slow down on its own and, as we accelerate into fall, it’s probably only going to get worse. So, I best be watchin’ out for myself. With this new perspective, I whipped open my calendar and scheduled a pajama weekend. I just want to spend two days at home, in my jammies, not doing anything particularly productive. Just taking that first step made me feel better. It helped me relax.