Friday, 20 March 2010 -- Day 89 (102)

Maddy had dance class pictures this afternoon, and it didn't hit me until I was standing there in the basement of the Presbyterian Church organizing her stuff that most years Mom was here to help me. I'm afraid in looking back that I never appreciated her enough. I always thanked her, but I never really, really thanked her....if that makes sense. She was the one who made the costume alterations, helped the girls w/ their hair and makeup, and genuinely adored being in the moment. Looking back it all seems a blur b/c I was always flitting around doing God knows what and certainly not being in the moment. I'm tired of flitting around. I'm tired of making all the plans and then being too tired to enjoy them. Since I just used the word "tired" three times in two sentences, I'm obviously just plain tired. Oh, yea, and I'm tired of being tired. Are you tired of me yet?