[Insert yelling me here]
Me: I am not a good mommy when I am this tired. I need more sleep, and exercise.
Marcel: Just try to use your words better, and don’t be so grumpy. You promised.
The above quote is pretty accurate summary of the last week. I feel like I am my own worst enemy when I feel like this.
Then last night I had three near fainting spells after an acupuncture session for a wildly stubborn case of plantar fasciitis that has been plaguing me for four months. I am a runner, and have been for nearly 20+ years. Not running=toxicity to my brain and body. All of this reveals itself as me doing a whole lot of things, and none of them very well. Ever been there?
Oh and I start screaming a lot.
A dear friend intervened with a membership at the local Y for a month to get me and the boys some swim and play time. And all I could think of (before, say,”thank you” ) was; “But how the hell will I organize that?” Another sign that my veggie burger is cooked, and I need to scale back. The very thing that will make me feel better is offered on a silver platter and I run in the other direction screaming?
How do you recognize when you are this out of whack? And what is the first thing you do to find your reset button? When you look at a weekend as; “Wow this is going to take it out of me…” you know you need to find that button soon.