We had a class trip today. I feel like I will never get up from this chair.
I’m Tired
I’m tired of being misunderstood,
nerves are shot,
weak – like old wood.
I’m tired of being ill,
no energy, can’t think,
losing my skills.
(read the rest here)
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I have SO been there. Report card time…interview time…school trips…first/last day of school. This is a great poem. Have a good sleep!
We just handed out report cards on Wednesday, the trip was today, and next weekend I leave for my fellowship. Exhaustion is me, and I am exhaustion!
hey, exhaustion is a part of working life. I’m feeling it right now. Could sleep for 12 hours. Can’t wait for the shift to end.
sympathies
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