This past weekend, I was home with just one kid. The other one was away with hubby for the weekend due to sporting events. Normally I love to spend one-on-one time with my kids. When they are by themselves, they become completely different little human beings. They show more of their individual personalities.

This weekend was different. I have a mile long to-do list. It’s been far too long since I’ve caught up on dishes and laundry. The melting snow has made dog paw-prints all over my house. I’m pretty sure that someone spilled something on the floor and wiped it up but didn’t clean it. I have well-water and the iron build-up is getting to be a lot in the showers and needs to be deep cleaned.

There was so much that I needed to get done. But I didn’t get any of it done. I didn’t have the energy. I didn’t have the want to do more. I dragged myself to the gym to only return home and back to my bed under my blanket.

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I couldn’t sleep. I didn’t nap. I didn’t really pay attention to the tv or write any blogs or read…I just laid there. Luckily my kiddo was happy that there was unregulated time on the tablet.

It wasn’t that anything bad happened. It wasn’t that I was uber depressed. I just was (and still am) blah.

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