Weariness

I've been meaning to post for a while. It's fall, my favorite season. Ella is in school. Mia and Nora are closer now. I was hired to teach Turbo Kick by a dance studio. Ella and Mia started ballet lessons. I ran my first 5K. There's been no shortage of things to blog about. But I feel tired. Don't get me wrong, my life is good. Even great. But lately I've had this overwhelming sense of weariness. Like I never stop moving but there's always more to do. Like each day I wake up, take a deep breath, and sprint through the day until it's time to collapse in bed at night. And then I do it again the next day. The other day I couldn't shake the feeling that someone was mad at me. To my knowledge, I didn't do or not do anything to make anyone angry. I'm still working out five days a week. That helps a bit and honestly, that's where I get most of my energy. I don't know how moms do it without regular exercise. I know I'd be much more worn down if I didn't.

I'm hoping this is a passing phase. That a few good conversations with friends and nights with more sleep will remedy this. I'm not entirely sure what outcome I hope for with this post. I just thought I should post *something.* So I'll leave with this: We were in the van one day when Mia, out of nowhere, says, "Mommy, Spiderman is the best superhero. He has webs in his hands so he can swing from tall buildings." My silly redhead makes me smile. :)