I actually did some housework by myself this evening. Seeing as Declan decided to stay up and cry until 8:30, I didn't get too much done. But I folded some laundry. It's not even all folded and certainly not put away, but I'm pretty proud of getting anything done. I'm doing much better and work has been fine. It's the end of the day when I'm home alone (well... with Declan. I'm pretty much always with Declan) that I seem to collapse a little. My mind is really getting there but my body is still so physically drained. I just want a clean house.
On a different note... I actually head something back from a job so that is something!