Still feels like the world is a little over-stimulating sometimes. An exciting day and my heart pounds; when I’m a little too tired the soft white water sounds from my stereo to cover the noise of traffic on the street sounds like Niagara Falls, and I grope in the bed for my ear plugs. Not enough time to recover from a busy day and my heart beats like I’m running a marathon.  Starting not too long ago my stomach churns, and I begin to understand what those antacid commercials are all about.

Music still isn’t as fun as I’d like. David is asking for the chance to play a violin and guitar (pronounced “gee-tar”); I have a harmonica that I wanted to show them, and a flute, and of course the keyboard with sheet music, but I don’t right now have the extra energy to even try.  I’m afraid I’m going to get all fuzzy-headed, and I don’t have time to be fuzzy-headed.
Some days I still feel like I trudge through molasses.  I don’t like those days.  I try to rest, but not too much; I try not do too much but do enough, so I can do the Mommy thing at least and if nothing else.

I’m a lot better at the store scanning the aisles, although I don’t bother shopping with C&D much anymore. It’s not worth the stress and effort; I’d rather spend my energy in other ways (like updating this, or playing outside).

And that’s what it’s all about:  spending energy, or saving it for what counts.