Do you ever have a day where your brain is just fuzzy? Well, not actually fuzzy (because that would be gross), just not at peak performance? Yesterday was one of those days. Every so often I would rouse from my daze and wonder what the heck was going on. Was I tired? (Regularly.) Was I dehydrated? (Possibly.) Was I just having an out-of-mind experience? (Probably not.)
I felt like I was walking through brain fog for most of the day. My responses were slower than usual and my verbal intelligence was sadly diminished. Why is it that I seem so prone to sloth? Seriously. Wrath? No thanks. Gluttony? Not so much. Sloth? Yes please!
Bryan and I were talking about this a few days ago as we lolled on the couch and stared aimlessly at the TV. We easily fall prey to sloth. I think it's because we run so hard during the day that by the time the boys go to bed our get-up-and-go has gone. Usually I can stave it off until bedtime. But yesterday, from quiet-time on, I was a zombie. I did push myself long enough to wipe Cooper's half mushed peas off the dining room floor and throw his toys into a basket, but that's it. I was even too out of it to turn on the TV. Bryan had to work late and I had decided not to watch The Office so we could watch it together later, but I didn't even have the energy to push that little button that changes the TV from one mind-numbing channel to another. Now that's just sad.
Here's hoping that my brain is fog-free today! At least until bedtime.
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i was like this just the other day and my, it was weird! from like 9am on! haha.
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