The grogginess I feel in the morning, the down-right impossibility of keeping my eyes open, even when my children are literally crawling all over me...I just remembered that I've felt that way before. When we lived in our last house, mornings were often like that. I simply *couldn't* keep my eyes open. I couldn't concentrate enough on what was being said to me to say awake. Although it's not something I want to experience again, it's nice to remember something like that. I've been here before. I don't remember how/why it ended, but it's nice to know that it did.
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