Yesterday around 5:00p.m I plopped down on a kitchen chair, my hands gripping the glass table in front of me, my head drooping and I wanted to weep. I was so tired. I briefly considered going to bed – or taking a nap – but that would probably mean being awake half the night. Not. Worth. It.
Have you ever been there – tired enough to cry? Bone weary? No energy for the tiniest task. Weary for sleep. Weary for rest.