BIG BITS OF TID
Every day when I come home after work, I feel like I’ve been run over by a truck: SO TIRED. I’m not tired at work. I just seem to collapse and deflate as soon as I get home, and I can’t AFFORD to: there is still stuff to be done. Example: today, when I came home, I dealt with Karin’s salami selling (yes, again), got Martin off to piano, got dinner on the table, took Karin to soccer practice, went to the grocery store, put the food away, watered the pots and garden, planted nasturtiums, updated the AWC calendar and...