Think if one more thing happens, I'll just fall over. Life has been so over-full, and one more thing just keeps happening. As soon as a day quiets down or settles into a groove, one of the kids requires me to do a task. Even tomorrow, I'm thinking about going to Ash Wednesday services at noon, but 4th son just reminded me of 5th son's responsibility to check on a neighbor's dog at about the same time. That son is sick, so I'll have to do it. See, not a big deal, but that 'one more thing' thing.
I want to listen to restful music and stay in the bed. To make a delicious soup for dinner tomorrow and read. To not be asked to do more than I feel I can get my head around. There really does come a time when enough is truly enough and our powers to do more have reached a stopping point. I think I've reached that point. Must send out a memo.
Even here lately, I've gotten into an odd place where I begin to tell someone something on my mind, and get so sidetracked with working up to my story, that I forget what I was meaning to say. It's happening all the time---sort of funny, but at the same time, makes me roll my eyes.
Time for a re-boot of my system, I guess.
