Well, I've been at home and not working now for eight days, and that seems to be my tipping point. I'm bored and lonely and tired and feeling sort of sorry for myself.
This morning I didn't get out of bed until almost 9 a.m., and only got up at all because the floaties were kicking me like mad. I could basically hear them saying, "Mom, get up! We're hungry!" So, I had a little conversation with them – out loud 'cause who else am I going to talk to. I said to them, "Okay, okay, Mom has been a lazy bones this morning. We're all going to get up and have some breakfast." I apologized to them for being a neglectful lump.
We three had some raisin bran with blueberries and blackberries, some water, OJ and coffee. (Yep, I'm allowed one small cup.)
But beyond that I couldn't seem to motivate myself to do much of anything. I finished reading my book and watched a little Food Network. It took me until noon to even shower. I decided I absolutely had to leave the house or I'd go insane, so I ran a quick errand to mail something and get some food. I was gone 25 minutes at the most. Then I came right back home and couldn’t figure out what to do besides eat lunch and watch old episodes of "30 Rock."
I'm definitely starting to lose it a little. Every day, I log onto my work email, but mostly just get junk mail these days. I check Facebook, read some news stories, hem and haw over baby things to buy online and then, the highlight of my day is to write a blog post.
Still on my list of things to do: write my memoir, put together my wedding photo album, make a floatie-appropriate play list on my iPod and buy all the baby shizz we still haven't gotten.
So what will I do now? A couple more episodes of "30 Rock" sounds great….
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