ugh

I am on day 2 of some kind of almost-puking-but-not-quite stomach bug. I've kind of given up, and while the baby naps I am laying on the couch and staring into space. That's how I feel. And I rarely stop. I usually force myself to continue going and doing and fake functional unless I'm really really sick. I just don't have energy to fake today.

I thought about posting a whiny, indulgent "I'm siiiiick" post on facebook where I realize so many people I know are having bigger struggles (pregnancies that may not make it, threatened preterm labor, relatives with terminal diseases, organ transplants) - it makes me feel ashamed for "feeling sorry for myself" - which I'm not really doing. I guess a better term would be struggling to embrace this minor inconvenience? I wonder, when the minor inconveniences pile up and you have ten of them, do you "get to" say THIS SUCKS then? Probably, the answer is no.

I'm just feeling worn down by recent events; there's not enough caffeine in the world to power me some days, and on top of that I'm sick, and everyone still needs me at 100%. A tip of the hat to people who do all this, have fifteen kids, and homeschool with a self-designed classical curriculum. It's just not my bag, I guess.