Might as well be Monday

It's a blah day. At this point I'm thinking any sort of clarity or sense of well being can be attributed to the steroids I was on for the first half of the summer. Ever since my trip down to Virginia for my grandmother's funeral I've been completely wiped out and as mentally incapacitated as ever. I have the memories of clarity, therefore it's not completely the same, but I can't make any new connections. Being tired all the time sucks.
I think I have a bladder infection. I woke up Monday night with horrible pains and I've continued to hurt since. The pain has narrowed down to a bladder infection. Dr. R. has called in a script, but I still have to pack everyone up to get it.
The kids are tired of summer. They're bored and they're picking on each other all the time. I can't wait until school starts. Having the two older girls gone in the afternoon will be a lovely break for everyone. I can put the younger two down for quiet time and I can sleep. I hope.
I feel like I could be doing so much more as far as teaching the kids. I see opportunities... and they all take energy that I don't have. I don't have will power to fight through being tired and feeling sick. I'd never make it in the armed forces. Sometimes I wonder why God gave me these brilliant kids when they could be so much more with someone else. Then I figure He gave them to me because He knew they could survive on their own.