Monday

Long. Tedious.

One of those days where you’re just watching the clock, counting it down hour by hour.

Two more days and then a break.

But underneath it all was this constant uncomfortable feeling. Nothing specific, just sitting there all day, like something not quite right that wouldn’t shift.

Dinner with the kids is never enjoyable for any of us while illness and starvation sits at the table .

And I’m just… exhausted.

Not just tired, but that deeper kind the kind that sits in your bones. The kind that doesn’t go away with a good sleep.

Carrying it all, watching it all, holding it together.

Two more days.