I was home today, but not really here.
The fact is, I slept until 9 (after going to bed at 11, waking to a freak rainstorm, and then barely waking to the morning request for Pop-Tarts). I quickly realized I wasn't really functioning and told Ian I was going back to bed at 11. I slept until nearly 3. Then, and only then, did I feel actually awake.
The past couple weeks I haven't really been awake. I don't know what's going on, but I figure I need to dig out my vitamins and actually take them. I need to get to bed by 10. I need to drink more water.
Yesterday I went with Danie (my new friend in town) to a plant nursery on the ECR. Summer is full-on and her yard needs landscaping, so off to the nursery we went to haggle over flowers and bushes for 2 1/2 hours. Usually not a taxing job, but the heat just about knocked me over and I think it had longer lasting effects than even I had anticipated. But even that doesn't explain the days before, where waking up is a trial and staying awake practically impossible.
After my long nap, we took the kids swimming, Danie and her son joined us as they're in a big empty house at the moment. I swam. Red letter day, that. Actually, I swam earlier this week too, for a short while after the kids boarded the bus. What a treat that was. The summer sun has warmed the pool wonderfully, and that early in the a.m. there are no workers on the wall yet. Just me and the water. Bliss.
Here's hoping I can figure out the magic solution to my seemingly endless exhaustion. I know the lack of activity can be a huge cause, so the more I get out and about the better I should feel. Let's just see if I can get going in the first place.