I was sitting down to take a gander at the newest PB catalogue, but that didn't last for long.
I thought of something I needed to do.
I spent yesterday and today in a funk.
A "my family left and now it's back to real life" funk.
As in I am NOT ready for tomorrow.
Nothing special about tomorrow,
only that it is a completely typical monday morning.
I have to get up and be responsible and workout and get dressed and not eat like I'm on vacation.
I have to find things for the kids to do, (Becks is home from school on account of Cesar Chavez Day.)
I have to clean.
I have to figure out what's for dinner.
While all these things are perfectly normal things,
I am not ready.
I did a few loads of laundry this afternoon to see if it would get me in the mood.
I even made some dinner.
I'm not feeling it yet.
My only hope is a good, sincere prayer.
I often ask my mom how she did it.
The same thing day in and day out.
You know, Groundhog Day.
She says sometimes she would have to pray that she would be able to clean another toilet,
and fold another load of laundry.
Both on my list for tomorrow.
It was a fun week.
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