Yesterday, I had a long list of errands to run.
I left my house about 8 am and stopped by the rental office to pay my rent. I went to the gas station and filled up my car, drove 40 minutes to Meijer (where I bought vitamins, protein bars, dog treats and an MP3 player, so it's not like I did a ton of shopping), went to the farm supply store to buy dog food, went to Cayenne's vet to pick up anti-inflammatory medication for her (I called ahead so they had it waiting for me so that was a quick stop), went to the post office (where there was no line so I was in and out quickly), went to the pharmacy where I went through the drive up window so I didn't even have to get out of the car (and Isaac hit the jackpot and scored a whole handful of treats from the pharmacy technician), and went to the bank to get quarters for laundry (where I also went through the drive up window so I didn't have to get out of the car, and where Isaac scored another treat). Then I drove 40 minutes home and hauled all my stuff inside. The whole thing took me just over three hours.
A normal person would not be completely exhausted by that, right? I mean, it was a lot of stuff but it only took a few hours and I spent more time sitting in the car then I did actually out doing things.
I came home and sat on the couch. I tried to set up my MP3 player, or started to, anyway, and decided I was too tired to figure it out. The dog walker came and took Isaac out for a run (yay! First run in two weeks. But I was so worn out I could barely stay awake and Isaac had enough energy to go for an hour-long run). I ate a protein bar for dinner because I was too exhausted to fix anything.
I fell asleep on the couch about 6:30 pm and slept for four hours. I got up about 10:30 pm, took Isaac out to pee, had something to drink and went back to sleep. Isaac woke me up this morning at 5:30 am and I had to drag myself out of bed to take him out.
This is ridiculous. I should not be this worn out after spending three hours running errands.
I am supposed to be having a friend over for dinner tonight. Not only does that mean I need to cook dinner, but in order to do that, I have to go to the grocery store. I also need to do a bit of cleaning up around the house.
I barely had enough energy to stand up in the kitchen long enough to make a protein shake for breakfast.
I'm frustrated by this, but even the frustration, and probably some feelings of guilt as well, feels blunted or dull. I don't have enough energy to be really frustrated. Frustration takes energy.
I didn't feel like I was pushing myself too much yesterday. I felt OK while I was running my errands. I'm surprised to find myself this exhausted.
I think I have to cancel my dinner plans for this evening. I don't see how I can go grocery shopping when I'm think tired.