Thursday, September 24, 2009
Female Atlas by Ozz Boyd
I have a problem. Well, problems. I need to: find and sort all of our paperwork. Make roughly one billion phone calls. Do the laundry. Finish swapping the kids' room with the art room. Clean my whole house. Make 40,000 trips to donate 40,000 items to Goodwill. Scrub 1,000 miles of tile. Shampoo the carpets. Paint the bathroom. Find a new job. Clean out the van. Mow the lawn. Divide the lilies. Wash the walls. (And) that's just the short list.
My problem? I don't want to do any of it. I don't. (And) I'm not. All I want to do is curl up in a ball on my bed and take a nap. No, it isn't depression. It may be grief. It may be exhaustion. All I know is that I have three hours every day now while my youngest takes a nap to tackle that list and instead I'm...sleeping. Tucking the baby in and then crawling into my own bed with Katie, wrapping myself in my blanket and shutting out the world.
Posted by Shangrila at 1:57 PM