Wednesday, January 25, 2006

Some Days

Some days, the details are like a hungry school of piranhas.

The names and the dates and the deadlines, the phone calls and the e-mails, the bills and the laundry and the dishes and the orthodontist’s appointments... each and every one of them rips away a little chunk of me until there’s not much left but tired, tired bones.

Not all the time. But some days.


Meghan said...

I hear you. I liken it to being pecked to death by ducks.

It draining.

JeepGirl said...

Been there. Kind of makes you just sit there and stare into space.

Amy said...

Oh, do I know what you're talking about. And at the end of those days, I feel like I've accomplished nothing whatsoever, even though I probably did.

Nicole said...

Boy do I know that feeling...that weary, what next? kind of mind set.

Just try to find something good to focus on, something funny your girls said...the blue haired lady in front of you in the grocery line...something that has nothing to do with the worries of the day. It usually helps we shrug off that sinking feeling. :)

Take care -

Prego said...

I used to cruise through the day without being nipped, snapped at or assailed in any way shape or form. Even with kids, but this semester at school promises to have more than its fair share of swipes at my weary hindquarters.