Sometimes we get tired. I don't mean sleepy or exhausted, I mean tired. Tired of your routine, your work outs, your house, your friends, your kids, your husband, your . . . (fill in the blank). That's how I've been feeling lately. Tired. I find myself getting into the car to go to the grocery store or anywhere and I fight the impulse to just keep on going. California is calling my name . . . or forget that, Mexico is sending me love texts constantly. And it's not because I don't love my people, I do. I just . . . I just want to go . . . Last night as I sat by Phoebe who was studying away as I was about to climb into bed, I said, Hey, how are you? She usually just says fine and goes back to her studying, but last night, as I smoothed her hair away from her face, she looked up at me and sighed. Mom, she said, I feel off. Everything is blah. I don't know what's wrong with me. I don't like anything. I smoothed her...