Wednesday, October 21, 2015

If I Were A Chicken, I Would Roost For Days

I hit the wall today. Hit it and hit it hard, laid down and slept and dreamed dreams of cluttered kitchens, half-thawed chickens, last wills and testaments, slum town tenements.
Got up and had a coffee, cleaned out the henhouse, took down the laundry, unloaded the dishwasher, put more laundry in the dryer, finished the sweeping I started before I hit it.
That wall.
What is wrong with me? This sounds like a lot but it's not. Just a bunch of light-weight chores that I always do, couldn't even drive over to Lily's to see her and the boys and Jessie and August. Could barely make it to the front door to close it before I laid down for that nap.
Mama's tired, y'all. Mama's just tired.
The thought of packing for three days away in order to relax exhausts me.
God. I need a vacation.


  1. You know how I regard your napping: with awe. I've had maybe five hours of sleep in
    two days. I think I'll lie down for a few minutes and pretend.

  2. Sometimes I can sleep and sleep and still be tired. Tired of just doing the everyday stuff. Tired of working and trying and just living. I know this time of the year is hard for a lot of us.

    I hope your time away recharges you.

  3. Time away may just be the thing you need. A change from the same old same old can renew the spirit. In the meantime, enjoy the nap.

  4. I hope you get a good rest . It's hard when you are tired to get the energy to pack. Sometimes the preparation needed prior to getting away leaves you exhausted.

  5. I'm also jealous of the napping! Especially if I haven't been sleeping. Lately, I'm sleeping pretty solid. I've been wearing myself out though.

  6. The older I get, the better I get at napping. And resting. And seem to need it all.

  7. You need a packing service.

    I think I should set up a business - I come to your house, do your washing and ironing, and you lie on your bed, fan yourself and sip a cocktail while directing me as to what to pack.


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