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.
You know how I regard your napping: with awe. I've had maybe five hours of sleep in
ReplyDeletetwo days. I think I'll lie down for a few minutes and pretend.
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.
ReplyDeleteI hope your time away recharges you.
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.
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteI'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.
ReplyDeleteThe older I get, the better I get at napping. And resting. And seem to need it all.
ReplyDeleteYou need a packing service.
ReplyDeleteI 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.
I get it. I really do.
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