Tired, weary, exhausted, drained, fatigued, beat. I’ve felt that way from nearly the moment I reluctantly followed Madilynn out of bed this morning. Knock-down, drag-out, in dead last place tired.
Today was not a hard day, not extra challenging, nothing worthy of a new Episode of Extreme Homemaking. Today was actually a good day. A day of building and destroying towers. A day of learning. A day of playing. A day where Dietrich showed his sister some extra sweet love and comfort (she was crying and mama was in the shower).
Enjoying the time (that is, being happy and enthusiastic) in the midst of feeling of overtiredness, when I’d rather collapse on the bed than watch the pile of blocks tumble for the fifteenth time, is about as natural as climbing a waterfall.
Here it is, just after 10:00, and I’m going to call it quits for the night. I do want to end the day with a positive reflection and prayerfully get my heart right for the day ahead.
Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.
Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light. Matthew 11:28-30