9:15 p.m. - 2008-04-06
I'm tired...
I'm tired of the stomach plague being in residence at my house.
I'm tired of my husband being injured (this time, it was a saw blade to the thumb).
I'm tired of not writing down my plans.
I'm tired of thinking about this yard sale.
I'm tired of an empty worship area on Sunday morning.
I'm tired of being the first and generally only one my daughter comes to for anything.
I'm tired of being sleep deprived.
I'm tired.
I'm going to bed. On the sofa. Because I won't get any rest sleeping next to someone with the stomach plague. Even if he is considerate, quiet and efficient about closing the bathroom door before retching. I'm tired of hearing people retch.
I'm tired and cranky and going to sleep now.
