You know, when I'm miserable and crabby, I really don't want to be around cheery people.  I would much rather wallow in my misery.  Content to spread the crab to all who see me and are forced to be in my presence...

I was going to hit the library today.  But then the thought of trying to keep the kids relatively quiet just made me tired.  Then I had to sit down.  All this while the two horribles are giggling and running around like maniacs...

SO, a change of plans.  I kick them outside so that I can sit in the peace and quiet for twenty minutes.  Maybe I'll pick up my bible, look for that renewing sense of peace.  Hope that I'll be granted a fifth wind.

It's the tired that kills me.  That bone numbing tired that just makes you want to sleep for a year or two.  When I'm this tired, the life just seems to be sucked right out of me.  It leaves me barely enough to get by, never mind with enough to pass over to the kidlets.

And yet, I will pull through.  I'll have another cup of tea.  Read some blogs.  Tidy up a little.  Then I'll look at my children tucked snuggly in their beds, and I will know that I would do it all again tomorrow.