I missed writing for two days.
I was busy going nuts.
Here is a real, brain-flow-free-form-overflow of my head right now.
Do I hate staying home? No. I don't mind cooking and cleaning. OCCASIONALLY! Freaking occasionally! I could literally cook and clean up after people from the minute I wake up until the minute I go to bed. I love everyone in my house so much, but when I go to bed and the kitchen is *just* right, and wake up to a sink full of dishes that have been hiding out in someone's room, and the remnants of last night's midnight cook-fest waiting to greet me, I want to seriously lose my mind.
I've been an administrator since I was 30. So for 20 years I haven't had the summer off. The longest period of time I have off is Christmas. That's it. This would be representative of the longest Christmas break we've had....and there is no end in sight.
Don't get me started on the pets. I love them. SO much. But even the cat barks at me. And who thought it was a good idea to have two dogs? And then to get a cat. And then to get ANOTHER cat? Ok wait, that was me.
Did I say I love everyone in my house? Because I do.
But you know what I also love? Being alone.
Maybe it's my Gen X status. Or Aquarianism. Or the fact that for five days a week my email and phone still blow up constantly. Maybe I miss my commute. But honest to crack I swear I can't even go to the bathroom without at least one two- or Four-legged creature wanting something.
And you know who else I'm getting tired of? MYSELF! Even my own thoughts....noise!
And television? Noise.
But I want to watch things. But I'm tired of it.
And social media? Noise.
But I want to catch up and check it out. But I'm tired of it.
And talking? Noise.
Talking is great, but I am not into it right now.
Even rain. I love rain, but really? I know it's spring but come on.
I'm giving the kids a massive work list today so they can work off some of my frustration. Also I'm putting the pets on notice.
Maybe I need a schedule. Or just a "me" day. Or a walk. Or to read a book. Or to organize my closet or the Tupperware cabinet, or the driveway. Maybe the woods. The stream is a little high, but the rocks in the creek bed are probably in need of some alternative placements.
But who am I kidding. When I get up from writing what will I most likely do? Clean the kitchen and prepare Sunday breakfast.
Lather, rinse, repeat.