Saturday, November 6, 2010

a hymn to inaction

It feels like Sunday. It feels like sleeping. Like the grey has sucked my will away under the stones and all there is is listlessness and a faint hunger.
Four hours sleep on Thursday night has sapped my energies and turned me to a faint, drifting, irritable thing. With painful, tender teeth.

I have things to do, indeed I do but I would rather curl into bed and close my eyes and not do anything at all.

6 comments:

Ms. Moon said...

We can go longer without food than we can without good rest.

Bethany said...

I'm sorry you're so tired. I don't honestly know how people with kids do life day to day. I hope you have space for a nap.

I feel the same today. Got my changed piled up to go vac out the car, my grocery list and my walking shoes ready to slip on. But where am I? Braless, on the bed with laptop.

Jo said...

Lol, Bethany. I had to go see my granny this morning, so at least I am be-bra'd. Often I wouldn't be all weekend long.

I do miss napping, at least guilt and interruption free napping. Sooo much.

Janine Ashbless said...

*hugs* Jo. I dunno how mothers keep going. The Pill has saved me from several life sentences for murder...

Forget the guilt and just nap!

Craig Sorensen said...

Sometimes the best action is inaction. Sometimes the batteries need recharging.

Take care of yourself, and heed the urge to just rest on occasion (says the insomniac.)

Mwa said...

Four hours of sleep? I would kill for four hours of sleep!

(I do sympathise with you, though - really, I do.)