Getting home late last night and then for those few nights last week has taken a lot out of me. I'm so tired, I can't think straight. Last night, I was going about getting our lunches ready, building a fire, and putting things away. I kept walking back and forth, forgetting what I was doing. I went to get my medication from the bathroom, then left without taking it. When I got to the kitchen to finish the lunches, there it was in my hand. I picked up my tea and took the pills, then went to the kitchen instead of going to the living room to get OC's lunch box. I think I end up trying to do too much at once, and also switch too rapidly between tasks that I end up going in circles.
I want to write about things that have happened, things we've done, but I can't come up with anythign interesting and end up writing, "we did this then we did that". Ack! Boring.
Plus, I want to knit and I want to read, and there isn't time for that! I fell asleep after one and a half pages of Eat, Pray, Love and it wasn't because it was boring.
Tonight we will get to bed early, and tomorrow should be better. You never know.