I was so exhausted
that I feel asleep
really early
on the couch.
Well, at least early for me.
Not my typical
night.
I went to bed.
And didn't even open a book.
Not typical at all.
In fact,
completely unheard of.
But in between
the falling on the couch
and the
getting into bed
Our son called,
from across the country.
And this morning when I woke
it took a moment
for me to pull the pieces
together in my brain
to remind me that he had called.
It took a moment for my brain to connect
the memory that we had had a conversation,
that was foggy
at best.
But slowly as I wake
it's coming back to me.
Exhaustion is a beast.
We're not being fair
to ourselves
when we split our time on so many things,
and try to squeeze so much into a day,
other than sleep.
We're not being fair
to ourselves
because
then we miss out on being
totally present
for things that matter...
like having a conversation
with your son
who lives across the country.
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