I think we need a spring tonic around these parts. Apparently the flu depleted us to the point of being open to any and all infections. And we're tired. So very tired. I think we didn't get well from the flu, then we had Christmas, now the drama of third son leaving this Monday, and my mom being a constant dripping faucet of worry. It's too much, and I'm not ashamed to say so.
Today I've made a concerted effort to rest. I've had things to do, but have applied myself to slowing down. I did take third son out to lunch, to celebrate his new adventure, and had to pop in the store. And later had to pick up oldest daughter at work since I was borrowing her truck for all this running around. But still, I'm applying myself to rest.
Tomorrow will be better. Will follow my friends' suggestions on school with a more laid-back schedule for this month. Still ringing in my ears from my mom's first days on the stroke floor of the hospital, her saying she wished she'd had more fun. Stunning admission. Simply stunning.
