By my own doing, I exhausted myself… but had a wonderful time in the process!
I spent the entire day on Sunday with my daughter. We enjoyed the day at the ole’ ballpark to watch the Nationals play the Phillies. Then we spent the evening enjoying drinks at a local watering hole. By 10pm, we were washed up — so we thought — and headed home and sat out on the patio until midnight.
It was a great day!
But, I paid for it the next day. I was just so damned tired. Spending that long in the sun is draining. Even this morning I’m still a bit off.
Sue is equally tired. She really didn’t get to fully enjoy and relax on her holiday weekend. She had to get up early (something I normally do) after going to bed late. Oh, and this is on top of spending the day taking care of Ryan. Not even one second without the luxury of a mental break. Always on point.
I appreciate this so much because she did it for me and Kari.
Yesterday we took turns napping. At one point in the afternoon we were both feeling guilty about it. Why are we always so tired? It just never ends, but being thrown off our schedule magnified the effect. We both wanted the other to get rest, but needed it just as much.
I miss those lazy weekends when we could, without guilt, just close our eyes for a few hours. When we could do it at the same time, if we wanted.