I've always worried that I'll burn out with kids. It's one of the first questions people ask me when they find out what I do - "Oh, you think you'll burn out with that?"
The past few days I've felt burnt out. I worried. There isn't really an escape option.
Today, Patrick was sick, so I unexpectedly had the day off. V was off too. We test drove a car, joined our checking accounts, had a relaxing lunch, and browsed some stores.
My depression has been bad the past week or so. (There's a lot behind that sentence, but I don't want to go into it all.) One of the symptoms is a loss of interest in what used to be, well, interesting.
I don't think I'm burnt out. I've just run a little dry, and it'll come back. I'm just waiting on the upswing to get here.