Sometimes, I just want to take a personal day from motherhood. Like, today.
My house is a mess.
I haven’t showered.
I had a headache earlier today and let the kids play in the back yard while I laid on the couch. I didn’t even watch them. Not even my 18-month-old.
I have about…(hang on, I’m calculating) a bagillion loads of laundry to do. Several piles in the upstairs hallway and more in the laundry room.
If you can’t tell, it’s the kind of day where I want to stay on the couch with my computer all day and do nothing. And I don’t often want to do that. (I know it sounds crazy, but I actually like being a task master).
And I don’t feel very creative or witty right now, so I’m not really sure why I am blogging…but here I sit and type. Mostly, because I don’t have the energy to clean the kitchen.
I’ve been wanting to blog. I have a lot of things I want to say. Funny things. About fun experiences. But my mind is foggy and I don’t have the words. I hope I have the words someday, because they are good stories. I promise.
Anyway, I better get off the computer and do something. Maybe a nap? While the kids dig holes in the back yard? Actually, two of the three are sleeping right now, so the hole couldn’t get too big, and at least my 18-month-old wouldn’t fall in. Or eat a stick. Or something like that.