There’s something about Sunday that just exhausts me. It starts with the special Sunday breakfast with Daddy. That takes more standing on my feet than the normal one does, but it’s part of his routine, and I don’t want to change that. Another thing that contributes to my problems on Sunday is the shoes. They don’t give me any support. By the time I’ve walked from the car to the SS room, I’m completely exhausted. I do get awfully nervous teaching, although it was better yesterday. D will be teaching full time, starting Sept. 1, so I won’t have that to stress me out any more, except for substituting when she’s sick. That’s for the best, I’m sure.
I sit at home all day long, so I don’t know why sitting in church should tire me out, but it seems to. The pews just aren’t as comfortable, I guess. Anyway, I end up taking a nap every Sunday afternoon, just worn out. I didn’t even feel like driving DH to Deacon’s Meeting yesterday, so he took me to Daddy’s and then came to get me and took me home before he went back for church last night.
My legs, shoulders, and neck were hurting by nine o’clock last night and I had the beginnings of a headache, so DH set up the vibrating pillow and I took 2 of his Tylenol arthritis pills and went to sleep for the night. I feel better this morning.