I dreamed until dragged from sleep to get my daughter's snack ready for school and assemble bags of candy for her required teacher-gratitude assignment. Then I dove back into bed and let my son watch My Little Pony until the last possible moment when I then dragged myself from being horizontal and grudgingly and groggily got our butts to the natural area in Annapolis. We did our little walk anyway. Found a box turtle. So that was cool. It would've gone fine; as I'd assumed, there was plenty to ooh and ah over on the little walk.
So now my weeklong/monthlong task falls to tomorrow. Maybe I'll get enough sleep to not feel so drugged tomorrow morning. Oh, also I got a caffeine headache this afternoon and bailed on making dinner or basically doing anything. I'm batting a thousand. My daughter said, "Mommy, if we go downstairs and give you some time alone do you think you might feel better?" I have no patience when I'm tired, sick, depressed, anxious, etc. and it is very obvious. I need to find the will to try again to be my best me. I think I've stopped trying because the world didn't end once I did so....I don't know if I can go back.