Yawn

Hubby’s been out of town since Sunday and I’m feeling really really pooped.  I just can’t sleep well when  he’s not here.  I guess I miss him too much to sleep. 

The weather isn’t helping much, either.  50 degrees and rainy. I love the rain, but I wonder why it always seems to happen on our co-op park days. 

I feel like a walking train wreck.  My house is a mess, the landlords are landscaping the back yard so that’s a mess too and we can’t really play out there, I have a mountain of folded laundry I need to put away, and the cats won’t stop meowing at me.  I also have to find time to go grocery shopping today, which I know BB will not be agreeable to.  All I want to do is curl up and read a book.  I’m almost done with one I’ve been working on for a couple of months, and I just got a new book from the library.  A Dean Koontz novel.  There’s something about a Koontz book that takes me away.  When I start to feel a need to move away from Bronte and Hardy and into the pages of a Koontz, I know that I’m stressed or hiding from myself.  It’s the equivalent of pulling the covers over my head and not facing the world.  But I don’t have that luxury.  I have a six year old to attend to.  A six year old who wants me to sit on the floor and play endlessly with his Rescue Heroes, Planet Heroes or Playmobile.  A six year old who deserves a mom who will play with him, not a mom who curls inside herself and hides.

So, ready or not, it’s time to start my day.  A nice hot shower followed by another cup of joe will hopefully do the trick for me.