I'm tired. We jumped from having Laura for 4 days directly into a trip to a Pastor's conference for 3 days into Worship Without Borders symposium for 5 days. Late nights and early mornings don't make Deea a Happy-fun wifer/mother/teacher...
My senses are dulled.
I seem to be crawling through my days.
I'm usually a pretty upbeat, smiley, positive person with a "How can I help?" kind of attitude, but since sleep deprivation has set in the beat has become a dirge, smiles have turned to glazed stares, and the "How may I be of service?" sounds more like "Get it yourself, BOB!"
*sigh*
My senses are dulled.
I seem to be crawling through my days.
I'm usually a pretty upbeat, smiley, positive person with a "How can I help?" kind of attitude, but since sleep deprivation has set in the beat has become a dirge, smiles have turned to glazed stares, and the "How may I be of service?" sounds more like "Get it yourself, BOB!"
*sigh*
Coffee, how I love thee; let me drink thee in and absorb thy drug induced counterfeit reality.
:o)
1 comment:
That last statement is fantastic, especially, "drug induced counterfeit reality." What is it about this week... I'm seeing this same struggle amongst a ton of people, including our family (though for different reasons than yours, of course). May God give us all rest... and soon.
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