Who, Me?

It's monday. Another week. We're already 1/2-way into July. Where has my year gone? The kids are back and 'normal' is no where to be found.
Gilbert and I flew the coop for a quick getaway to SoCal over the 4th weekend before the kids came home. I was restless from being cooped up and 'officially' shouldn't have been out yet. But since I was spending less than 2hrs. in contact with any one person (unless you count Gilbert, and my BFF on the drive down- both of whom consented to being subject to my radiation) it was no big deal. Spent a day on the beach- it was WONDERFUL! Only burned two small places on each of my feet that managed to escape sunscreen. Spent another day at Disney w/out the kids. Whoa! It was perfect disney weather- overcast. Keeps the crowds away. Walked all day until my legs wouldn't go anymore. Had dinner with the BFF and her fam. Laughed a little too long and a little too loud (Hello!? We're talking about ME here.) It was perfect. Gib and I called it an early anniversary. We're celebrating 11 years on Pioneer Day.
Now I'm home and started on thyroid meds and praying that I start feeling like ME soon. I know it'll take a while to get regulated but I didn't think it would get worse before it got better. I feel like a zombie. I don't like it. I feel like I'm walking with my feet in mud- except it's not my feet in the mud, it's my brain. I want to sleep the days away until it all passes and I can wake up feeling normal again.
I have the right to feel this way. I've been pretty understanding throughout this whole ordeal and taken everything in stride. But it's getting old. Yes, deep down I can talk myself through and I know it'll all come to an end- but I don't always feel like talking myself through (side affects I can assume). So today we're keeping it simple. Only the bare minimum will get done today and I will veg all day if I have to. It's not horrible- it's just not ME.

I miss ME.