Je suis ecrasee.
When I was taking French in high school, that phrase (along with the Epilogue to Le Petit Prince, which I can still recite from memory (although I have no idea where my car keys are)) stuck with me. We learned it when we were learning idiomatic or slang phrases and so I have no idea if they still say it in Paris. It means "I'm crushed [by fatigue]" and I've always found it very descriptive. Never moreso than recently, however.
A few weeks ago, I ended up making a visit to my doctor because of some strange things that were happening to me: redness and pain on the palms of my hands and the soles of my feet, a rash on my face, fever blisters inside of my mouth and just generalized malaise. She did lots of bloodwork and found that it was a slef-limiting virus called Parvovirus. I mention that now because I am now experiencing fatigue like I have never had fatigue before. All this week I have gone to bed around 9PM. I find myself falling asleep in the afternoon and hoping and praying that Jack will take a nap so that I can, too. I just hope that this virus decides to limit itself pretty soon, because I can't sleep all day (and, some days, I can't sleep all night, either because of Jack or work!) Ugh.
Oops, baby is crying...he has a cold and is not happy...
9:40:30 AM 
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