I'm in a deep one. I wake up in the morning and mentally beg to pull the covers over my head and forget that I have responsibilities. I crawl into the shower and debate the merits of exfoliating because it just seems like too much work. I get the munchkin off to daycare and myself off to work. I drag myself through the day. I come home, images of all I should get done dancing through my brain. And in the end, I collapse into my chair as if I haven't slept in days.
I know what my problem is, and I'm working on fixing it. But you know what, some days I wonder if there's an end in sight. But there has to be, so I keep moving.
5 years ago