I just stink at this, "not overdoing it" thing. I over-did it yesterday and found myself in bed at 7:30 so exhausted and in pain. I didn't even put my kids to bed and that makes me feel like a dirt bag. My husband did but I hate missing out on things and it makes me feel bad. I didn't even really do that much but I didn't take any time to rest. I wanted to surprise my husband when he came home with a clean house. When I got in bed, I was cursing myself for overdoing it again. I started to think about all I did that day.
1. Got kids up, fed and dressed for school
2. Took them to school
3. Cleaned up kitchen and dining room
4. Did 2 loads of laundry (wash, dry and put away)
5. Cleaned both bathrooms (with the help of my 5 yr old)
6. Vacuumed the whole house
7. Re-potted 2 house plants and watered all plants indoor and outdoor
8. Got kids from the school bus, fed snack and did homework
9. Sat outside for an hour while they rode bikes
10. Got most of dinner made...and then...
bam!
It hit me, the wall of fatigue that says, "YOU ARE DONE!"
I did a lot more than I thought, it just is less than I use to do.
1. Got kids up, fed and dressed for school
2. Took them to school
3. Cleaned up kitchen and dining room
4. Did 2 loads of laundry (wash, dry and put away)
5. Cleaned both bathrooms (with the help of my 5 yr old)
6. Vacuumed the whole house
7. Re-potted 2 house plants and watered all plants indoor and outdoor
8. Got kids from the school bus, fed snack and did homework
9. Sat outside for an hour while they rode bikes
10. Got most of dinner made...and then...
bam!
It hit me, the wall of fatigue that says, "YOU ARE DONE!"
I did a lot more than I thought, it just is less than I use to do.
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