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.