Exhausted: being drained of one’s mental or physical resources.

Yup, that about sums it up… I must be exhausted….

Here’s the thing about exhausted, you can feel it for days and months on end, or it can just creep its ugly head up in moments where something can hit you and it can totally wipe you out…drained. I personally have been dealing with the slow, eat away at you piece by piece version of exhaustion that has settled in and makes no sign of leaving. I blame it mostly on the fact that I have two teenagers. You think you are tired and emotionally spent when your kids are toddlers, but you don’t know tired then, not really.

Teenagers are like termites, poking tiny holes at your foundation until you crumble….

And I have good teenagers, really good teenagers. They aren’t doing drugs, having sex, or breaking the law…well, at least not any big ones I’m sure. No seriously, they are good kids, but teenagers they still are. And teenagers are hard to decipher, a puzzle you can’t quite figure out…try though you may. Ask a teenager what they learned, how they are feeling, what they are doing or or just did… you’ll get this answer: “I don’t know”. And I don’t think it’s a game, I think they really don’t know… However, if they are making an excuse, arguing, or defending they can come up with so many words that you can’t put an end to it, and they can convince you and or suck you into their web of chaos with the greatest of ease. It’s really quite spectacular. They are stealthy and loud, careless and arumentative, active and lazy, a perfect oxymoron…

Will they grow out of the teen years and become normal adults contributing to society, making logical choices? One can only hope. I believe they will, yes, but like all good things, it seems we must wait. Until then, more wine…

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