I’m bed with a cold, feeling very sorry for myself. I am physically shattered. I am tired beyond tired. I sometimes think this is how it’s going to be until my kids are grown up.
The last two years have been full of relentless activity with no break. Don’t get me wrong. It has been good, worthwhile activity but I need to rest. I usually take a mini-break, on my own, each quarter to unwind and recharge my batteries. However, I haven’t had the chance to in the past eighteen months. The human body was not designed to go on and on without a break. And frankly with two young ones under eight, my weekends are not very restful. So I’m feeling very sorry for myself right now. I’m getting into that wishful thinking mode of wanting to suspend time like in the Matrix. Do you ever get those moments? Just for a week and then pick things up again when you’re back to your old self. That’s how I feel!
Happenstance is a very funny thing. As I’m mourning my circumstance, yes very dramatic I know, a flurry of thoughts arrest me.
I think about a lady at work who has been going through chemotherapy for the past year. Through her treatment she has combined working from home and a two hour commute to work with diligence and sheer bravery. Very few people know what she’s going through and you would never guess.
Then I remember the lady on Dragons Den who was diagnosed with MS, has a young family and launched a business during her maternity leave. I remember the widow, I read about, who lost her husband in an accident on the A4 and is now raising two teenage girls on her own. I think of my friend whose son has sickle cell anaemia and has to have monthly blood transfusions.
I think of another friend who had a miscarriage and was in pain daily for over a year; enduring a long commute to work in spite of the devastation of losing her child. I also think of people at work who commute for two to three hours, door to door. And get up each morning and do it all over again every working day of the year.
I do need a break, but Tomi, get some perspective on the word tired. So I pick myself up and do the one thing that lifts my spirits – cooking. There’s just something about chopping, dicing and the smell of different flavours that soothes my soul.
This is what I do when I’m tired 🙂
Redefining Wonder Woman 
I know how you feel, Tomi. While it’s great not to wallow in self pity and be thankful for our many blessings (after all, you’re probably tired because you have a family to look after and there are many people out there who are praying for that). But do try to get some rest. You are right, our bodies weren’t designed to keep going. Sure, we have to do that anyway, from time to time, but it’s not the best.
LOL at suspending time a la The Matrix. I thought I was the only one who felt that way and I don’t even have the two children under 8 yet.
Thanks Ore