“We are tired,” sighs this post.

Today Abe and I were exhausted. I know I report that state of affairs with annoying regularly. In fact, I report it so regularly that I fear I sound like I am complaining. I don’t think I actually am. Mostly, I am aghast at what age and parenthood have done to us. Sadly, we are low-energy people, and we are getting old. We had to haul in a lot of salt for our water softener tonight, and we had to be mindful of Abe’s pulled leg muscle, my bad back, and my bad shoulder. I can’t wait to see what our forties bring.

Even though we’re old and decrepit, our kids are not. Here are pictures of them enjoying their healthy young bodies outside:

This is Ammon watching the girls play with the neighbors. He's showing off his standing skills.

This is Ammon watching the girls play with the neighbors. He’s showing off his standing skills.

I see the girls run around the cul-de-sac obediently all the time. They are not allowed to cross the street, and it warms my heart to see them run all the way around as fast as they can when they could just cross the street in two seconds.

I see the girls run around the cul-de-sac obediently all the time. They are not allowed to cross the street, and it warms my heart to see them run all the way around as fast as they can when they could just cross the street in two seconds.

I accidentally had the zoom on and got this shot. It reminded me of a celebrity paparazzi picture.

I accidentally had the zoom on and got this shot. It reminded me of a celebrity paparazzi picture.

An example of how fatigue shaped today: I went to Old Navy after FHE tonight hoping to find some yoga clothes. I have one yoga outfit that doesn’t require constant adjusting during class. I found exactly nothing at Old Navy that would solve my problem, BUT I was so tired that I walked out of there with a new wardrobe for Mary. She gets Lydia’s hand-me-downs, but I can’t figure out what happened to all of our 4T clothing. We do go through decluttering spurts, so perhaps we accidentally donated all of it? I have no idea. Anyway, that’s my excuse for buying her a new wardrobe. I think the real reason is that my prefrontal cortex, responsible for my executive function, is damaged from fatigue.

Abe has to give a training tomorrow on “creating your own luck.” He is the Qualtrics poster child for the Qualtrics dream of rising bottom to management at lightning speed, and so they asked him to do this training. Did I mention that Abe is very tired? It’s 10:21pm at night, and here’s what his slide deck for his training tomorrow looks like:IMG_0385

Yup. He has one slide. It’s the title slide. Wish him luck!

Here are the pictures from today:

We got flu shots today at Qualtrics.

We got flu shots today at Qualtrics.

Mary was so brave during her shot. She didn't even blink. The nurses said she and Lydia were the bravest kids they'd seen all day, and we were the last family! I wasn't going to post this photo because Abe gets faint at the sight of needles, but he said it would be okay. I hope he doesn't pass out in the bathroom stall at work tomorrow. (That's where he usually reads this.)

Mary was so brave during her shot. She didn’t even blink. The nurses said she and Lydia were the bravest kids they’d seen all day, and we were the last family! I wasn’t going to post this photo because Abe gets faint at the sight of needles, but he said it would be okay. I hope he doesn’t pass out in the bathroom stall at work tomorrow. (That’s where he usually reads this.)

Brave little Lydia. She was thrilled about her pink band-aid and sucker.

Brave little Lydia. She was thrilled about her pink band-aid and sucker.

After our shots, the kids played in the new Qualtrics kids’ room.

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Then we had FHE at Qualtrics in a meeting room.

IMG_0382 IMG_0384…And that’s a wrap! Actually, I wish that were true. Abe still has to research and write his whole presentation. I should read my book club book, and I need to dream feed Ammon. Yikes.

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