I kinda woke up this morning.

Today was my 10 mile day.  On Sunday’s MFH (My Favorite Husband) has taken to waking me up at 4:30 am to make sure I get my list of responsibilities completed before church at 10:15 am.  It is a real squeeze for me to get everything done.

My list?  Eat his tasty pancakes, have a cup of coffee, run 10 miles, shower, beautify and get to church.

Last night neither one of us set our alarms.  Oops.

Well, backtrack to yesterday.  I was really, really tired yesterday, too.  I tried two different times to lay down for a nap but both times, the phone kept on ringing.  No nap for me.  The guys spent the day fishing.  I stayed home and did housework, etc.

So, when he woke me up at 6:00 this morning, I was shot.  I staggered to the table and tried to eat.  I make it through maybe half a pancake, no coffee and went straight back to bed.  No run.  Phooey on that.

MFH woke me up around 10:00 as he was getting ready for church.  Rats.  I was running late.  I told he I would hurry and get ready.  He told me I did not have time to get ready and to just stay home.

I showered and got ready and started mowing.  I mowed for 1 1/2 hrs when he came home from church.  He brought lunch!  That was nice.  I really was too tired to eat lunch, too.  I ate about half of my sandwich and went back to bed.  It was raining (thunderstorm) so I knew that mowing was a bust.

3:00 pm.  I am awake again.  I have a headache from no coffee.  Take a couple of Advil, start the washer.  Sweep the floors and run the sweeper.  Mop.  What are the guys doing?  Playing video games.  They know this stuff needs to be done but they elect to play games instead.  Probably a smart decision.

What was NOT a smart decision was to stop their game and walk through my floor as I was mopping.  I was told that they kept the bottom of their shoes clean.  I had the privilege of mopping that section of the floor twice.

I sat down and cried.  I am too tired.  I am doing too much.  I am not getting much help.

So, MFH says to me, “You are doing to much.”

“Really!?!”, I thought.

“You have to give something up.” He told me.  “Either your MFP, your FB page you manage, your chickens, running, something has to go.”

I’m thinking to myself, “A little help around the house would make it all a LOT easier!”

I know that my thinking this way is just my being tired and completely worn out but, A Little Help Here!!!

I also know that I’ve blogged about this before.  What would YOU give up?