tired

I am not quite sure I remember the last time I bounded out of bed ready to face the challenges of a new day.

Now it is more of a (expletive of choice to be supplied) moment as I realise that I need to dash out of bed and do all the things that need to done before the girls surface and the battles of the new day begin.

As an aside my girls like to start the day fighting and bickering.

What happened to those mornings of feeling invincible and alive and not needing to be caffeinated? Am I remembering incorrectly? I just wonder if I was having someone else's memory and being nostalgic for something I have not experienced. I am reading some mind-expanding stuff and am married to a Sci-Fi addict so these thought appear at intervals.

Did age make me its slave? Are the lines and wrinkles the character and reward for living the way I do? Not that exciting but busy, should you be interested. Was I ever that energised?

I could take a more holistic approach to being tired and change my diet, exercise more (it is shamefully lacking at present due to (excuse of choice)), drink less caffeine and read less at night. Where is the fun in that, I ask?

Being tired is a state of mind. I mind being tired so I am off to make a cup of tea to wake up then read my book.