I am not sure if exhaustion counts in grief.  I am zapped of all energy.  As a result, I am cranky and unproductive.  There are boxes everywhere and all I want to do is take a nap.  Unfortunately, with the boxes are a toddler to be fed, cleaned and tended to with some comfort; dogs to be fed, trained and walked; a new huge house to be cleaned from top to bottom; laundry to be done; husband to support getting his masters.

 From the outside looking in, no time for naps.  Lots of coffee, no naps.

My New Year's Resolutions (yes, I have them) included all boxes unpacked and put away.  I do not think this is unreasonable seeing as I do not have 365 boxes and there are 365 days this year.  A box a day...one day at a time.  I think I will go through one that is in my bedroom tonight.

I did get the Christmas tree taken down.  Not bad if you ask me.  I had some help.  The grandparents came to play with the toddler so, I tackled the task.  It was a lot.  Dad was helpful getting the tree out of the house.  Now the great room looks empty.  O well.  I am so tired, I do not care what it looks like.  I am just glad it doesn't look like Christmas.

Here's to the working wonder woman!

God grant me time to sleep.  Amen.