That it is utterly impossible to keep my head above water around here. While the weather has been infinitely better than a Pennsylvania February, it's still too oppressive for me to find my bootstraps. I usually fizzle out by lunchtime and then spend the rest of the day cleaning up messes the boys make the moment they sense my fizzle has fizzed. Some mild SAD perhaps? Perhaps. For now the sun is welcome to come and grace us from friendlier angles and nobody is allowed to come over without giving me an hour's notice.
At least my boys seem to have energy and to spare. Part of me wants to wish they had less of it; but I'm smarter than that. I'm grateful for it even as it wears me out.
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