This weekend I'm on a big sleepathon. I haven't picked up energy wise since my oncologist trip. The best thing I can come up with is the lowering of my medications is affecting me. I just haven't been able to get up for any reason. I try assessing it, how I feel etc. Is it my mind bogging me down? but I always come up with the same thing. It's my body.
I've tried getting up to see if it makes me feel better. HELL NO. Back to bed for me. I sent my kids up to my parents for the weekend to try and recoup a bit. I'm not much of a parent when I'm not functioning. I get snarly and short tempered and hide in my room from them. (they feel like large, handsome teenage monsters) I think good parenting includes knowing when to ask for help. I've never been one to do that before. The first time, in fact was when I started crashing from the Leukemia.
I want to feel better.
I WANT to do laundry, clean the house etc. I never thought I would ever utter those words.
So, for now I will be watching the last season of LOST on DVD and sleeping. I suppose it's a Lost-sleepathon. I'll be taking pledges.