Nothing is really wrong, I am just tired and burned out. Even my days off seem full of things I need to do that aren't necessarily pleasant, and I am getting frustrated.
Maybe it is the weather. I am tired of it being cold, of spending all my time inside. I am tired of keeping the blinds down for the little bit of extra insulation they give. I am tired of the kids being cooped up inside and getting into things because they have too much energy.
Mr. Barefoot has been very helpful, taking care of laundry and dishes, taking the trash out, cleaning the apt. I am gratefull, because I can't seem to summon the energy to even care if we live in a pig sty.
Mr. Barefoot leaves for CA in May, and I will be taking time off of work then to stay home with the kids. I am hoping that will rejuvinate me a bit, but it seems so far away. Three months? Can I make it so long?
I try to comfort myself with thoughts of my garden this summer, of letting the kids play outside, of all the wonderful plans I have made.
It's not working.