I sit here typing, and I have no idea what day it is. I think it might be Friday, I hold my breath and hope for the best but GASP it's only Tuesday. This keeps happening to me, last week I thought it was Wednesday when it was Friday. Friday should never feel like it's any other day but Friday! That is ludicrous!
And I have things to do.... many MANY things to do. Most of them could be accomplished in just one night of the husband watching the kids--but it's been weeks and my to do list only grows. Stuff that should take me hours fills days and days and they don't get done. Nothing gets done, everything I start is left uncompleted.
I am not sure if I ever announced it on the blog but I'm pregnant. It's a happy thing, but it's making me so tired I can't even see right after about 5pm, and I wouldn't last that long if I didn't have a nap or sleep in. I have 4 kids, but it hasn't ever been like this.
Honestly I don't want to do anything, but fall asleep until I don't feel like this anymore. I don't want to read, write, or launch books. I don't want to blog, or tweet, or learn anything. Then I hate myself for that, because that isn't who I am. I am the queen of mulitaskers. I am the patron saint of post its! I am just too tired. So be patient with me. If you need something from me soon, just poke me nicely. Luckily the first trimester is 2/3 over.