Fatigue

Fatigue, it is said makes cowards of us all. If that means abandoning who we hold ourselves to be in our hearts. Then fatigue has definetely been getting the upper hand with me lately. Our son has recently been fighting another in the long line of ear infections, he has been in pain and not sleeping as well as we might wish he would. Which means for the last 2 nights my wife and I have been up from 1 a.m. to 2 a.m. for me, and closer to 3 a.m. for my wife. So needless to say when we do arise from the bed in the morning we are both pretty tactically focused on what needs to be done, and we may sacrifice the courtesies and affection normally given to the people you live your life for. Funny how easy it is to grow frustrated or perturbed when you are surrounded by everything that makes you, you. I often wonder why it is that we can give strangers more patience and understanding than our own family under some circumstances. Am I the only one who struggles with this? I mean I am not even sure if I gave my wife a hug and kiss and told her how much she means to me this morning. Isn't that an injustice, simply taking for granted that she knows, and that I will have an opportunity to make up for it later tonight? Seems almost criminal... Damn you fatigue for being a convenient excuse to neglect the pieces of me that are most central to my soul....