I got nothing done this weekend, yet I’m exhausted from it, and still have a mom’s to do list the size of Texas.
I was mentally ready to tackle a number of cleaning tasks and projects around the house, but on Saturday morning I just did NOT feel like it. I was tired, and then I swear, there was a full moon or something, because the kids were bouncing off the walls (almost literally), fighting with each other, and zapping all the energy I could muster.
What I did with my time…
I did some monotonous tasks…you know, like the dishes and laundry (which I can’t really put on my to-do list because they’re never really done). But going through the kids’ old clothes, organizing papers, exercising, cleaning the floors…I kept trying, but they just weren’t gonna happen.