Sometimes it feels like life is different stages of being tired. As a kid I thought I knew what “exhausted was” and doing multiple soccer camps in a row is exhausting. But that word doesn’t meet the definition I met when I was in basic training and it doesn’t match the new meaning of the word as a father of kids that works a regular job.
This week has been rough. This month has been rough and work is causing me to redefine exhausted once more. I’m tired, but not sleepy.
I ignore people I shouldn’t for those I should.
Don’t have time to blog.
Haven’t written a single page on any of my drafts.
And someone ate the last snickers ice cream bar. I think it was Gary.
Sounds like being an adult and having an adult life. It fucking blows.