My grandma Isabelle use to tell me she was “bone tired.” I did not have a clue what that meant at the time.
When I was young my brother and I could play outside all day, building forts, running through the woods, playing in the creek, and basically be busy all day long. At the end of the day I would go to bed and sleep like a log. The minute the sun came up it would start all over again. The thought of running out of energy never occurred to me…then I got old….as old as my grandma was when she said she was “bone tired” and now I get it!
This weekend I was on my feet for seven hours catering Saturday night and I was actually so tired that I couldn’t sleep. Every bone in my body hurt. Then on Sunday I had to get up and do it all over again for another six hours. Now 13 hours of work should not be enough to wear me out…I would have laughed at that when I was a kid but I must tell you I was not just “bone tired,” I was “dead dog tired.” And that, my friend, is really, very tired.
Exhaustion is a funny thing for me…my body is tired but my brain doesn’t want to give up. Just like a toddler being put down for a nap, there are a thousand ideas that just won’t be put to rest. I’ve started keeping a notebook and pencil on my bedside table so I can jot down thoughts and try to relax. All I can think of is my Dad’s philosophy on life…you can rest when you’re dead. Seems like a plan to me.
I am trying to be awesome today but I am “bone tired” from being so freaking awesome yesterday.
Morning thoughts of Sandy.
Taste of Home columnist Sandy (Anderson) Holthaus lives on a farm in South Haven, MN with her husband, Michael, and their children Zoe, Jack and Ben. Her heart remains on the North Shore where she grew up with her parents, Art and LaVonne Anderson of Schroeder. She enjoys writing about her childhood and mixes memories with delicious helpings of home-style recipes.
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