I've about had it with the fatigue.
I can function, in the sense that I can go to work and I can pick up my son from school. But I'm not functional, in the sense that really minor tasks completely exhaust me.
Case in point: Sunday, I went to church and did music team like I usually do. I came home, made a grocery list, and went to Wal-Mart, fully intending to then come home and make dinner for the Boy Wonder and the Hubs.
Grocery list? Check. Wal-Mart? Check.
And that's as far as I got. I pretty much just collapsed on the couch the second I got the groceries put away, and was useless for the rest of the evening, until finally I gave up and just dragged myself to bed.
It's better than it was, believe it or not. There were times when we lived in the moldy apartment that I couldn't have gone to church or the grocery store to begin with. And I'm not this tired *all* the time. But I yearn for a time when I'm not so easily wiped out.
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