At least, that seems to be how I'm wired.
I think I've been overdoing it a tad as of late. And today my 8 1/2 months pregnant body rebelled. I had to leave yoga early and then I had some weird pains and spasms going on for much of the rest of the day accompanied by... Morning Sickness?
And I might have been a little grumpy. With everyone. So, I put myself of time out/bed rest and was ready to check out for the day at about 4 PM.
But Thursday nights are busy round here, with violin and taekwondo and HH had some visits he needed to do for church. And some people also expect to be fed dinner in between all of that. Sheesh.
So, I dragged my unwell body back out of bed and just kept pressin' on.
And I did survive.
And my Joyful Moment came in getting to bed early and having a few minutes to chat and catch up with my HH before drifting off to sleep.
Wishing you all Joyful Moments and the knowledge that all days must eventually come to a close!