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.