Lowercase enthusiasm is all I've got in me tonight.
We're studying Dinosaurs at school for the next few weeks. I introduced the T-Rex and Brachiosaurus today to the children and we talked about herbivores and carnivores. They liked acting like a dinosaur and following me around the room and doing the dino-pokey. Ms. Rachel had an art activity for them to and we had a generally good first day with two new-to-us students.
In fact, work is going along swimmingly.
So why, after I dropped off X-man at school this morning did I just want to go home and have my house to myself and clean it?
And why when I did get home after a weight training workout and Rotary meeting, did I take a hot bath and then crawl into bed around 4:45 p.m. only to be woken by MacTroll bringing X-man upstairs for bath time at 7 p.m.? He thought I'd gone to Weight Management and didn't even know I was home. Oops on both counts.
In my defense, I did put clean sheets on the bed today, do some laundry, return some library books, call my chiropractor and pick up Lily from doggie daycare. So, it's not like I was completely useless.
There's just always so much to do. And it feels like the same stuff over and over and over again. And I'm just so -- tired.
Does that make any sense?