Tired

This morning I woke up at 9am. The house was quiet. Jamey had gone off to work (this is his last week of school break) many hours before. Were the kids still sleeping? Soon, as I lay there, I heard Sadie calling me, more in a sing-song way then in desperation. Then, I heard Sam quietly talking to himself in his room. Bless them.

We got up, dressed and ate breakfast. Sadie helped me make more baked oatmeal and banana muffins (Relatives who know our kids like bananas and that we don't buy them often bring them as gifts when they visit. The kids often can't eat them all before they turn, so into the freezer they go for bread later).

So, that's all I did this morning. Oatmeal, muffins, dishes. Oh, and I put a load of wash in. It's still in. Finished, but still in. I am tired. Fall asleep at the computer tired. I should work on Sam's math lesson plans- I've run out, so we can't do math until I do the plans. I should get the wash out and hang it up. I should take a shower. I should have devotions and schedule the kids' yearly check ups at the pediatrician's since their birthdays are coming up. I should make more pie crusts.

Wouldn't it be nice if just writing tasks down actually completed them? I am learning that being pregnant with two kids is tiring. And that maybe oatmeal, banana muffins and one load of laundry are too much for me in a morning. Hard to imagine when my mornings used to consist of canning copious amounts of food, doing several loads of laundry, cleaning the kitchen and managing to read a few picture books in between. That wasn't that long ago.

But life has it's seasons and this is my season to be tired. To grow a baby. To do less and be okay with that. Oh, and to lay down and take naps. I think I'll go work on that last one right now. Pin It