yawn

I'm tired. I've just been plain exhausted.

Partially due to it being January...you know, cold, dark, blaugh.

I have also worked hard...my house is officially clean. That says a lot right there.

I'm burning out during the day so I can wear the kids down so they will sleep at night early so I might have a few minutes. These minutes elude me by the time they come around because I'm too tired to enjoy.

And I hear my 5:00 a.m. alarm all right. I just choose to ignore it and instead I fall back into blissful slumber.

My dreams are turbulent, so bliss is not the most apropriate modifier. I suppose that will contribute to a general feeling of needing-to-hibernate.

I'll do the taxes next weekend. After that...anything expected of me? If not, you can find me curled up in my bed living off what little body fat I have for survival. (insert yet another yawn, so hard tears spring from my eyes) Time for sleep.

Here's to sweeter dreams!