{Lethargy Attack....}

I'm having a Lethargy Attack.  It's kinda like a panic attack, except it's not stress related, it doesn't come on instantly out of no where, and I'm not sure there's any pill that can relieve it.  Come to think of it, I suppose it isn't like a panic attack at all.  Any-who....

My lethargy attack has been 10 days in the making.  It was caused by the fact that I've gotten used to sitting and enjoying down time with family.  And by "
sitting" I mean SITTING.  On my backside.  For hours on end.  =)

There was little to NO cleaning this past week. (this was hard for me the first few days). NO COOKING, (this was NOT hard for me.  I would love a personal chef). And not even a large amount of mothering, as DNK is getting older and responsible and not so klutzy.

I hadn't even needed to be a wife most of the time.  Instead I was a golf widow.  And that was OK with me.  I made up for it by shopping.  And talking.  And sitting.  You can't forget all the sitting. 

Hubby's week long family reunion in the mountains every year is an escape from my "normal" life in almost every sense of the word.  Normal being a very relative term here, of course.

For some 9 days, I had nothing to clean.  The amount of cleaning that is needed here at home is ENDLESS.

DNK ran free with all her cousins,  I didn't have to provide any entertainment for her.  Half the time I wasn't even sure where she was!  While back in the city, the poor child is attached to my hip for safety.

While up in the High Country, all my meals were prepared for me.  And they were GOOD. I didn't have to cook OR do any dishes.  And y'all know how that works at home.  I AM the cook, the maid, and the dietary nutritionist.  It's on my name tag, that's how I know.

And if I just wanted to sit and chat all day long, it was OK and at the end of the day, I didn't owe any explanation about what I had accomplished that day. 

There was no laundry to wash, or errands to run.  It is simply a week of freedom from my "duties" as a wife and mother. 

But then, reality strikes and before you know it,  I'M BACK HOME.  And good golly, the duties abound. 

And me?  What am I doing now? Well, I'm sitting here blogging, trying to avoid having to put sheets on the naked beds.  Avoiding the vacuum cleaner that is sitting outside my office door just staring at me.  And wondering when "anal retentive, OCD Lorrie" will be back from HER vacation.  I could really use her help right now.  She'll most likely catch up with me in few days.  Until then, I'll keep working slowly on the laundry, and I'll take those baby steps (like taking the vacuum cleaner OUT of the closet) towards getting my house cleaned and back in order.  Sigh....