This past weekend was my birthday and I went home to spend the special day with my family. After a one and a half hours drive to the airport, a two hour flight and another drive to my family's home, exhaustion set in. I didn't realize how not well I had been sleeping until I was safe in my mother's house. I slept like a rock.
I had good laughs with my family, we cooked out for my birthday dinner, then roasted marsh-mellows over the fire. All wrapped up in a blanket sitting in front of the fire, the only thing missing was my husband.
I got back to NC bright an early Monday morning with enough time to drive an hour and a half to work and be late. Exhausted I struggled through the day only to come home to a messy house and a broken air conditioner.
Then, last night I fell out of bed. Even as an infant, I have never fallen out of bed. What in the world?
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