A Very Typical Sunday

It starts out as any typical morning, I awake tired, having to struggle to get out of bed. I get out of bed and start on my day. Every Sunday I seriously contemplate not going to church. It's not that I don't want to go to church. It's that it seems like SO much work, even with my spouse doing the lion's share of helping the kids get ready. It's times like this that King David's reply to a man, whose field he is attempting to buy to build an altar to the LORD, comes in handy:

But the king replied to Araunah, "No, I insist on paying you for it. I will not sacrifice to the LORD my God burnt offerings that cost me nothing."

2 Samuel 24:24

Like most Sunday mornings, this gives me the strength I need to continue. I drink a highly caffeinated drink on the way to church and a cup of coffee in Sunday School and by the time the church service is ready to start, I'm tired. I successfully stay awake -- it holds my interest and when that's not enough, I do what I can. I melt once I reach our car and drag myself into the house for a nap when I get home, feeling guilty the whole time because my spouse is left to fix lunch. I wake-up one to two (plus) hours later. Yep, a typical Sunday.

Here I sit, after waking from an hour and a half of nap, spending an hour trimming bushes (not strenuously), and then driving my children to choir practice, and I'm tired, fighting to stay awake. Hopefully the large cup of coffee next to me (and the highly caffeinated drink I consumed on the way to church, and the highly caffeinated drink I plan to consume after the coffee is gone) will tide me through until I make it home. I have no idea whether I'll need to collapse and/or nap at that time.

This is so much better than when I was taking Mirapex, but the joy in the thought that it could be worse is waning. I hate the thought of wanting stimulants. I just want a life where I don't have to plan every activity around when I need to nap.