Hit the Wall

So I finally hit the wall this morning. I've known it was coming but was hoping to make it through the week first.

At the end of Cursillo last weekend, several veterans advised us retreat newbies to take Monday off. Rest and recharge the batteries. I already had plans, so I didn't listen.

I got up at 4:45 Monday morning to drive Grandpa R to the airport (THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU! for coming out to help). Then exercise class. Then Vacation Bible School. I was tired but the coffee was carrying me.

It's not that I wasn't listening entirely... I did have plans but I also allowed myself to take Monday afternoon "off". Watch TV, rest, and I even got in a nap. Unfortunately it just wasn't enough. VBS seems to drain my (ridiculously low amount) of daily energy reserves each morning. Which doesn't leave much for all the other things I was doing this week - birthday dinner, shoe shopping, and of course the never-ending laundry, cooking, and dishes, especially since I was already on low octane after last week's travels and activities. Oh and did I mention getting ready to go to the beach?

So now I'm at the wall and can't get over, under, or around it. I skipped the run because I was drained. Physically exhausted. Shaking and bordering on nauseous. So I came home. To rest? No, to finish the laundry and get packed so we can leave after school. Thank goodness Ron is driving.

Starbucks, take me away...