Yeah. That is the word I am looking for…. exhausting.

I just got back from a function.  A lovely little happy hour function. There was mingling. There was fraternizing.  There was merriment.  And it was exhausting.

Yes, as a matter of fact, I AM one hundred years old thankyouverymuch.

I can’t even believe how out of touch I am.

How is it that I can run 15 miles and do a marathon cleaning session directly afterwards but I can’t mingle and drink ONE GLASS OF WINE without desperately needing to crawl into bed and sleep?

There is only one answer: my children have sucked the life out of me.  I don’t care if my conclusion makes sense or not.  I used to be able to stay awake until dawn and party like a rock star.  I used to be able to flit around and be merry and happy and energized.

That was before THEY came.

Now I can’t even muster a cocktail without yawning.

I feel slightly pathetic.