I know I haven't written much lately. I just plain haven't felt like it. I've been in a funk too lately and that really doesn't help things. I've been really frustrated. I sit and wonder what I'm doing with my life. It's easy to feel like I'm not doing anything worthwhile. Which I know is stupid to think. I have four beautiful children I'm raising, and I KNOW that's important. I KNOW that there aren't many things out there more worthwhile. There are some days it is just harder to see that.
Days like today, where the only adult I talked to was Lindsay's piano teacher for five minutes. I spent the rest of the day exhausted, and making feeble attempts to clean the house. I find myself wanting more out of life. Then I feel guilty, because I feel I have such great kids, and I don't even deserve them. So how can I ask for more when I already have more than I deserve?
I had more to write, but the sleep deprivation is making it hard to remember what it was. And Hannah dumped sugar on the table, so I should probably do something about that.