yesterday, I went to work, had a wonderful class with some great students, went to see my dad and Era and Rishi, went to my son’s appointment, took him to soccer, picked up my youngest, dropped him off with his sister at home, went to pick up my middle child, got Chipotle, went home, ate dinner, took my aunt to the hospital to see my dad, dropped off my aunt, wrote something for work, and watched part of a movie with the youngest.

today, I could not get up. I didn’t leave the house until 7:30pm.

clearly, my body cannot handle trying to be there for work (which I absolutely love), my dad (who I adore), and my kids (dude, they are great, tfu tfu tfu). I love my life, but my body cannot handle what I am pushing it to do.