I am so tired

My mother’s unit of measurement for exhaustion is how depleted she is after a cruise, apparently a harrowing expedition from which she needs at least a week to recover, during which she regales to her son over the phone his father’s many faux pas and transgressions during the trip. She can’t handle too much at once: her cleaning lady comes over, she needs a day to recover; the gardener is due to come on Thursday, she cannot see anyone the day before; she takes a Zumba class which ends at 11:00am, and cannot receive any calls until 3:00pm. I have been cordially asked not to come over for the weekend with the kids due to a doctor’s appointment on Monday about which she is anxious. To need a thousand years to crunch in a simple life must feel exhausting.