tired of being tired

I'm exhausted. I know, I say that all the time, but this time I really am.  I spent all day yesterday running perimeter fencing. The goal? Keeping the fox out of the yard. But the back pasture bears an uncanny resemblance to Jurassic Park during a rain storm. More than once, I almost lost my boots  to the suction of the sticky mud. I was exposed to biting bugs, thorny vines, and poison ivy, and I have no idea which one of those caused the itchy bumps on ankles. But itching aside, I may be a little worse for the wear, but I survived.

Then I got up this morning and had to take my daughter to the emergency room where we spent the entire day in a trauma room while they attempted to figure out the source of her abdominal pain. They ran every test imaginable and sent us on our merry way with a few prescriptions and a dozen more questions. But as far as I can tell, she'll survive. But now we're both tired. And I for one, am tired of being tired. I'm tired of sleeping in shifts because the dogs need to go out, or the chickens want to come in. I'm tired of waking up with the roosters after only a few hours of sleep then grabbing a few hours before lunch.  

What I want is to sleep a full eight hours without interruption. To have a chance to enjoy my dreams and totally rejuvenate before the sun comes up. I want to sleep through the night and wake up in the morning. No more being awake until dawn then sleeping til lunch. No more wasting the day away and STILL being tired.

And I think I'll start right now. 

Until the next time...I'll be sleeping. 

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Posted on August 26, 2013 .