When I was in seminary it took a lot of energy for me to keep up with the folks at Psnooty Theological. So when sweet Friday came, I usually crashed and crashed HARD. By the end of the semester's exams and papers this non-academic was a zombie. I would spend the week after each semester looking for a soft place to put my head.
That's how I feel this week ever since Sunday afternoon - so tired at times, I can't sleep. Last night BOTH The Boy and I fell asleep during Sesame Street with me considering carrying his dead-weight toddler body up the stairs to be my official exercise regiment of the day... if not the week.
No need to pontificate why I am so dadgum tired in the comments, I get what I have been through. Add to that the onset of spring allergies and you've got yourself some tired!
Here is something you CAN pontificate on... How does my son seem to KNOW when Domestic Goddess is coming? The only morning he dumps his toy bins is when she is coming and the next day he ALWAYS dumps something huge or sticky on the floor. This morning it was yogurt.
No biggie, Jesus will still come again... I was just wondering.