So what did I do this weekend? Slept in (both days) went to the movies, went grocery shopping, cleaned house, did the laundry, and read some books.

So why am I still tired?

Because I need a break is why. It’s been too long since I’ve had a real vacation, and I’ve got another month before I get to take one. (But that’s all! Ack! One month! Janiece and Anne, are we still on for getting together? [Great, now I’m more tired thinking about everything I need to do.]) Yes, Michael and I took Wednesday afternoon off, but it’s reached the point where I need more than an afternoon off and a weekend (which still contains chores and such.)

Why is down time such a difficult thing? I know I need to take it. I know that when I don’t take it I start to lose control of my mental health. Yet I can’t stop thinking about all the things I need to be doing and should be doing.

I think I really just need an off switch for my brain.