This is life.

Here I am, laying in bed, wrapped tightly in nothing but sheets. I need to get up. I need to walk up to my office and turn on my computer. I need to edit for at least 5 hours, and then pick up the house from the weekend. I need to make a dinner plan. I need to do a load of laundry. There is so much I need to do but I can't find the energy to get up. Maybe it's the progesterone deficiency or the 20 hour day yesterday but I am worn. I have a gallery that HAS to go out today but the thought of editing it makes my stomach turn. I have spent 2 hours replying to emails with questions that make my head want to explode and I regret more each day that my business emails can come to my phone. Today is one of my set days off but I can't afford that. My beautiful daughter has gymnastics at 4 so I will have to be done with my work by then. I will come home and continue to reply to countless emails and messages that my clients dub "urgent" as I sit across the room from my husband who is patiently waiting for me to power down. I will give out galleries that I spent hours on with not so little as a thank you, and I will thin people as soon as they see them because they don't like the reality that is their face and body. I will work again on the same images I felt were complete earlier. By now it's 11 and my eyes are tired. I apologize for working quietly and curl up with my husband who is already in bed and fast asleep. 

This is Monday. 

This is life.