So just when I think that 'normal' is attainable and the schedule is more of a mental game than a physical challenge, I wake up. Crash. Paycheck. CMT hangover.
Why, oh, why do I forget like this? Legs ache. Nerves tingle. Feet sulk. I am sunk :)
Today should be a slower day. Gymnastics for the boy. Dress rehearsal for the girl. Three loads of laundry to fold. Piece of cake :)
Oh, and it's frosty-cold outside which does affect me. Cold seeps into me even with the heater blasting, bringing fatigue and aches. I feel old and I'm still young. Yikes!
If I don't choose to slow down, the choice will be made for me. One way or another. I'm listening. Slowing down. See?