Not a full-blown episode of depression, just exhaustion. I wish to find a way to sustain high-functioning mindfulness on a regime of 6-7 hours of sleep per night; I dislike how I feel after being short-tempered with my kids; and ultimately, it makes us all worse off.
My wonderful husband made it possible for me to spend all afternoon in bed (my friend Renee calls this a 'duvet day'). I often wish I were stronger, so I didn't need this rest. How do we all survive?
Here are some happy images of my kids working on projects: Georgia writing messages to me with pin sculptures, and Oliver threading beads made of last summer's grass onto a needle and thread.