Tired

Tired

By Sunday afternoon, I am tired.  I loive my kids dearly.  But by sunday afternoon I want/need a couple hours to think thoughts not involving pretend play, princesses, poopy pants, or piles of food.

I want Kayne to go to the dicipleship class, but I m so beat by sunday afternoon that the three hours he is gone seems like an eternity.  He needs to find a babysitter.

On a more positive note, I am making great strides in dealing with the internal crap in my head.