I didn’t literally get hit by a truck, but it sure feels like it. I feel pregnant tired — I barely made it through women’s Bible study yesterday morning and I came home, crawled into bed, and Josh woke me up 3 1/2 hours later. And then I was ready to go to sleep again at 7 when I tried to put Camille to bed. Of course I didn’t actually get to go to sleep because she was still screaming at 10:45, but in my zombie state all I could do was go in every now and then and mumble, “Good night. Go to sleep.” She wasn’t a fan of that.
It’s good to be home — I can’t wait to feel awake enough to enjoy being back in Oman. I’m guessing that this Egypt trip was a lot more stressful than I realized at the time and my body is now making up for 10 days of going non-stop. I have more pictures and videos to post, but I don’t see my brain unfogging soon enough to do much with them today.
Thank God for Lucy. She carried Josh and I through this week. As we tag-teamed our naps, she kept the house clean and the kids fed. We have an easy weekend planned and we’re hoping we all feel more like ourselves come Saturday.