I’m exhuasted. Truly and utterly exhausted. I’ve got a list of things I wanted to do this weekend still sitting on my desk. The kids are in bed. Yet all I want to do is curl up on the couch with Grey’s Anatomy. Tomorrow is Monday, and I can feel the work week weighing down on me already.
It’s been one of those weekends. Hubby is gone on a work trip, and I’m the single parent. I did everything “right” — scheduled down time, entertaining social activities, simple meals, etc. The weather has been good — lovely autumn days, cool and crisp.
Yet at the end of the weekend, I’m just tired.
I’ve been here before, and I know what I NEED to do. I need to go to bed. So I’m going to be the mature adult and do just that.
No working on my new manuscript tonight… as much as I wanted to make some progress. Sigh.