Hit the Wall

I confessed to a friend today that I’ve hit a wall.

A physical & emotional wall.

I’m tired. My house is a full on disaster. I’m not pulling my weight at work. I have a ton of stuff that I should be doing, and could be doing, and I don’t want to.

I want to go to bed.

Halloween is one of my most favorite holidays – I am the pumpkin-picking, jack-o-lantern carving, costume shopping queen.

We bought pumpkins Saturday. The kids carved theirs on Sunday at my in-laws. Mine? Faceless.

Oh, and we didn’t even take them out of our van when we got back home. They never even saw a candle.

I don’t know what this is, but I’m over it. I don’t want to feel like this anymore. I want to be happy, and love my job, and accomplish things.

I want to blog, and take pictures, and cook. I want to decorate, and celebrate, and enjoy. I want to make a pot of spiced cider and have it simmering on the stove all day, filling the house with its magical smells of fall.

I want to want to get out of bed.

(P.S. – We can still vote for my Hero Mom, Tammy, through Friday the 4th! You can vote every 24 hours. Thanks!)