Probably because it’s before 6am and I’m awake against my will. I think there’s a mild cold running through the house. I don’t have it, but I’m guessing I’m fighting it. I feel run down and yucky. The girls have been complaining about scratchy throats, headaches, stomach aches, and various leg pains.

Warning- this post is not particularly interesting. I’m mainly listing off the drudgery of my day yesterday and the upcoming day I face today told from the perspective of someone who is very tired and very uncomfortable.

Yesterday was freakishly productive. Out of the three rooms I wanted to get cleaned up, I got two done. The living room is still a mess but I don’t really know what to do with it all. It’s mainly stuff given to me for Clark that he doesn’t fit into yet. I probably just need to haul it down to the garage, but I’m tired and I don’t want to.

Nate’s working like crazy, so he’s not available to. Plus, the garage is a disaster, so there isn’t really room to.

Maybe I’ll make a charity run today and clean out the many bags of “give away” stuff I have thrown around out there?

But I’m tired.

So, after cleaning the dining room and kitchen yesterday, Clark and I got a head start on dinner. We had two spaghetti pies assembled, waiting to be baked by 2pm. Got the kitchen mostly cleaned up and laid out stuff to bake cookies with the girls when they got home.

Which we did.

We then baked the pies, ate a quick dinner, took the second pie and a bag of cookies to dad’s office so he could eat (he came home at 1:30 this morning and was gone again by 6) before going to the mall to return a pair of shoes I bought on sale that were too tight on the instep.

Clark pushed the stroller.

Then we came home and did homework (I feel like I’m in school all over again) ’til 9, picked through Veronica’s hair (found one, tiny, shriveled up nit halfway down a hair shaft), put the kids to bed, emailed and called Nate, and passed out.

So why am I awake? Because I feel too crappy to sleep. Bleh.

This morning, since Nate is gone already, I get to do the morning routine by myself, including taking the older two to band and orchestra an hour before we normally leave for school. The girls have outdoor ed today (extra lunch, snacks, drinks and packed supplies required) at a park in Seattle that I’m supposed to bring dinner and cookies to this evening. Oh yeah, and since they won’t be coming back to school, I need to swing by and pick up their instruments at some point.

So, maybe I’ll make the charity run, then take Clark to the park in Seattle early and we’ll just hang out there for several hours (with the Goldfish socks?) before the kids are released and we eat dinner, after which we’ll maybe meet up with Nate and hit a niece’s birthday party.

Why doesn’t that sound restful to me? I want to crawl into a hole.

I’m hoping once the sun comes up I’ll feel better.

Tired, tired, tired, tired, tired….