I'm sore and achy. I have zero energy. My muscles feel like they have been exercised to the point of exhaustion when I wake up in the morning, so picking up my two year old is a struggle (and she really likes to be held). I sleep decently only a few nights per week (and decently means I am able to go back to sleep after getting up to use the bathroom four or five times). I'm hormonal and weepy, and I can't seem to concentrate on anything.
There are a few bright spots. We've finished the necessary days for our school year (and the necessary books are finished), so even though I wanted to get further along in some books, that's all gravy. I just need to enter grades in for the kidlets. Also, I had my gestational diabetes testing this week and came back fine. I am certainly glad, although part of me hoped that that or something else would turn up to explain why I feel so awful. Another bright spot -- I have some very helpful kids. Even though my sluggishness has definitely increased the mess and fighting around here, they have also pitched in and helped. One can cook a few things. The seven year old can make me a cappuccino and if we ever get enough water in this city again, the oldest two can also do laundry. I am very grateful to my husband for teaching them these practical skills.
I just can't wait until water returns to normal around here, because my main coping mechanism was taking long baths and right now even a quick shower is something of a rarity. And yes, I know I'm whinging and that had I lost my house in the flood I'd be in a far worse place right now, but that doesn't make me feel less whiney.