But you can see the furniture. Too bad its the same crappy stuff we've had for years. And the kitchen. Don't get me started on the kitchen.
But with all this sameness, something is decidedly different. There is an eerie sense of calm, an uncharacteristic quiet that, quite frankly, is a little hard on the ears. The messes are not as mountainous, the chaos cut clear in half. Why its been so freaky, I actually pinched myself this morning to see if I was in the middle of some sick, bad joke of a dream.
Alas, I was awake. I have the bruise to prove it. Ouch. I shouldn't pinch so hard. And just as I resigned myself to the fact I that I was now living life in another dimension, I remembered.
This is my week. My one and only week. The one where most of the kids are gone most of the time, leaving me not knowing exactly what to do with myself.
You see my youngest daughter is away at camp in the mountains until Friday. Her brother started day camp this very same week. And, the Stinker is in vacation bible school every morning for the next five days.
That only leaves my oldest here. she is prone to sleeping in until 10 or 11, it's like having the house to myself.
This would all be great if I had something wonderful to fill my time. Instead, I'm like a deer in headlights. Stunned by silence, totally frozen and dead in my tracks. Sounds like fun, doesn't it?
That's because after
The pressure is on too. Considering how little time I have, I feel like need to use it in the best, the most productive way possible. Every project that I've ever dreamed of dances through my head, along with a hundred to-do and grocery lists.
And yet, unable to corral my many unruly thoughts, I sit here playing solitaire on my computer, contemplating a nap. Oh well, so much for efficiency.
Scattered and Sleepy,
