I thought I was just tired because of the packing up of the entire back of the house and the mental energy required in figuring out a plan for how we’re going to pay for construction. It turns out there’s a medical reason why I’m tired. I’m anemic. My doctor assured me I’m not ‘transfusion’ anemic (uh, reassuring, I think?) but I definitely need more iron. I’ve been on the fence of anemia for years because the lovely menses, (AKA the monthly time when Aunt Flo comes to visit) has become heavier and that, coupled with my body’s need for absorption of iron at a different rate post gastric bypass, has made the perfect storm of anemia. I’m exhausted and now there’s a medical reason. I’ve been continuing to walk, almost daily, but I’ve felt like I’m totally dragging. I just chalked it up to typical mom exhaustion— March Madness, teaching grades 3rd and 5th, managing the lives of 3 children, you know, just, too-much-on-the-plate. I’m relieved in some ways, to know that hopefully once my iron levels are in check, I’ll feel a little more spunk.
In other news, the saga with the house continues. We’ve basically packed up our bedroom and the music studio into a storage pod and put everything else in the front of the house. We’re definitely in close quarters. It looks like we may be doing this for 3 months. I’m hoping that’s a realistic timeline. Meanwhile, we’re considering litigation against Zero Energy. It’s a hot mess. Now you feel anemic, right?
The picture is a hill that I used to avoid. It’s quite steep, up Allen Avenue toward San Dimas Canyon. I dreaded that hill before and I’d walk a different path. Now I cruise up that sucker several days a week. I thought I’d share my accomplishment. It’s hard to see how steep it is from the photo. 
I will conquer this construction hill, this anemia hill, and the 2016-17 school year hill, one day at a time, with lots of naps. Thank God for naps. Anyone? I give you permission to nap. Let’s make a nap revolution. I’m in.
I’m just too tired to write more.
Until next Friday. Love you loves.
Why You Keep Judging Me? 