Is it horrible to wish everyone would go away for a day or two? I cannot remember the last time I was home alone. It seems that everyone gets a day to themselves except me. For the last 7 months, MightyMO has had a weekday off -- a day that there was no one else around. I know he worked on Saturday's, but somehow I think, in terms of productiveness, a whole day to yourself is somehow worth 3 days with a house full of people who need direction, instruction, and who like to eat, but have not been turned loose to use the stove.
The list of things I need to do is LONG. Very long. And I am whining about it, and not doing it. I can blame tiredness from our recent trip, I can blame needing down time from mental exhaustion, I can blame lots of things. But the fact is that somewhere my productiveness went right out the window. I think it's because completion of the list somehow no longer makes me feel happy. It's not enough.
I also have these cyclical sleep issues, and right now, my body is craving a day/night reversal. I am MUCH better at night. But since work, and family and other issues necessitate that I stay on on a "normal" schedule, I am kind of stuck. It seems like most everything that needs to be done in the house requires use of the kitchen, and MightyMO wants no activity there after his 9pm bedtime. (Our bedroom is right off the kitchen.) This is one reason that I usually sleep in the guest room. He cannot tolerate me coming to bed later than him. It disrupts his sleep.
So, another day, down the tubes. Nothing accomplished. When will I get myself back?
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