Hi! I'm Kelly.

As a writer, I've always been interested in family stories. When I heard of a Satanic cult in my family tree, I thought I'd found the story of a lifetime. Read more.

Mommy needs a rest.

Mommy needs a rest.

Every once in a while, exhaustion overtakes me.

I don't know if it's because of hormonal fluctuations, or if my body's fighting off some minor illness. I've never been able to ascertain any specific cause. But for two or three days, every few months, the world disappears behind a fog. My reflexes slow. My brain shuts down. Everyday demands make me irritable. And then, like a passing front, it dissipates. Life goes back to normal.

i'm in the midst of one of these spells now. Thank goodness my mom took the kids for the better half of the day.  I just wanted to lay on the floor and stare at the ceiling, but neither of the boys would tolerate that. They wanted me to get them Cheerios and refill their sippy cups and push them on the swing, over and over and over. When I didn't comply, they screamed. I wasn't the only person in the house who was irritable.  

If the past is any indication, I'll be feeling back to normal in a day or two. But for now, this weekend can't end soon enough. 

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The Last Words I Wrote in Journal #57

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