Tuesday, May 14, 2013

It was a hard day.

Today was a hard day.
Coming home from Europe to my children was so sweet.
Jet lag- not so sweet.
I feel like a walking zombie, and my body is so sore and I am feeling low.
I tried getting as much laundry and cleaning done as I could, but holy cow, I am so behind.
And I feel it.
One day at a time. 
Mr. Nielson brought me some flowers home to help cheer me up, but all I want to 
do is curl up in my bed and sleep.
The good news, I know this will end and I will get back to normal and to myself.
It just takes time, and that is the hard part.