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One week or one decade?

I've only had the kids at school for a week, but it feels like so much longer. Seriously, who decided on how we were going to keep track of time the way we do anyhow? I was talking to one of my co-workers, and we decided that summer never really happened. It was a dream, and then we woke up and school/work was still happening. It never ended. Time is an allusion. Instead of a week, I think the past seven days were more like a decade. Don't get me wrong, I love what I do, but my body is going through some kind of shock right now. I went from zero to 190 miles per hour. Okay, who am I kidding, I'm never at zero, but I was pretty close, and now I feel like I could fall asleep while I'm typing this post.... I may just have.... No amount of caffeine can help this kind of exhaustion, it's just the body adjusting to the new agenda. Kind of like when you've stayed away from the gym for winter and that first thaw of frost opens you up to physical exercise, and then your physically dead, drained, sore, sad for a week. That's kind of how it feels.... kind of. I'm more visual than auditory. This picture of a precious child falling asleep in the middle of playing kind of sums it up. It's not a comfortable position- check out those hands. But it's eyes closed! Perfection.


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  1. Girl yes. The Friday after we started school, I fell asleep at 9:30, slept for 11 hours, took a one-hour nap the next day, and then slept for another nine hours Saturday night.

    I am right here with you.

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