That’s basically what I’ve been doing, now that I think about it.  It started off with being tired:  going to bed at 8 pm.  Then 7:30 pm.  Then 7 pm.  I’d sleep all night, at least until Sarah got up at 4:30 for a feeding.  I was still happy and peppy, excited about planning next year’s homeschool curriculum, and thinking of things for us to do this summer.

Then I started needing naps during the middle of the day.  I’d nap whenever I could – which meant when Sarah napped, whose naps are not as long or frequent as I’d like.  My goal became 7 pm – bedtime.  That’s all I could think about, getting to bed.

In the meantime I lost interest in things I normally like:  talking to friends, hanging out with friends, talking- period, writing, even perusing Facebook, reading the news.  None of them did it for me.  I felt too tired to attempt any of it; I just wanted to sit quietly.  I was able to read books, but I never got more than a few pages at night before conking out cold.

And so it goes.  I don’t really feel any differently today, other than finally getting up the energy to document it.