I Was Waiting to Exhale and When I Did

I cannot remember being as tired ever as I was yesterday when all the sudden a lot of my stress drove away. It was like I had been waiting to exhale for months and when I did I felt as though every ounce of energy I had had been sucked out of me. Fortunately, I was able to stay alert and fairly awake to minimally supervise (because that's how they like it) and end of the year party for about 15 7th graders... but I was in bed by 9:30. I was simply drained.

THis morning, however, I woke up at six and could not go back to sleep so here I am, on the first day of summer, at my desk by 7, a load of laundry in the washer, bedroom tidied and bed made, and me showered, teeth brushed, ready for the day. We have nothing on the schedule for today other that Sadie working a couple hours at her job and waiting for Bart and Jimmy to return from up north, which probably wont happen until this evening. Maybe I"ll plan a fun little outing for this afternoon if I can finish what I have to do for work this morning. Or maybe we'll all just enjoy the fresh air, not polluted by anger or resentment or estrogen on steroids and feel the freedom for the day.

Don't let my exaggeration fool you -- I already miss them a bit, but there is something about everyone else having some psychic space that is pleasant. Surely there are others of you out there who may not admit it or blog it, but who have a child or two or five who cause the most stress and when they are not around the house is a different place...