It used to be a happy place, a place full of laughter and noise and life. Daily rituals took place in these hallowed halls; rituals that sustained an existence and added a purpose. It was a place of balance, one that made sense from hour to hour, day to day. There was an everyday rush that was necessary to maintain a rigid schedule. The ebb and flow of the daily routine made for a neat checkerboard pattern, orderly yet as …
Category: Empty Nesting
I am tired, eternally and forever tired. Fatigued beyond belief. Without excuses, don’t-want-to-get-out-of-bed tired. On a good day, I’m up and moving by 7:30 a.m.; on a bad day, I get up at 7 a.m. to feed the pets and go back to bed. For three more hours. What? How could I possibly need that much sleep? Why I am suddenly so exhausted? Back up a bit to realize I’ve also become a bit of a night owl. Watching TV …
