Laundry, Dishes, Food, Laundry, Dishes, Food...
I think I need to drive around in the van by myself, turn the radio up loud enough to vibrate the windows and scream.
Remember playing records on a stereo? If one got a scratch on it, it'd get stuck and repeat the same line over and over and over again. That's my life right now.
We've been busy. We went camping, the boys had swim lessons every day for two weeks, my oldest went to Boy Scout camp, my middle son went to Cub Scout camp, we've been to the movies four times, celebrated a birthday (my husbands) and our anniversary (15 years) and have a few other fun things planned. The rub is, none of those things make the household stuff go away. If only they could!
It's boring. And, I'm sick of it.
I know I'll get over it. I always do when I get in these funks. They come and go.
That's why you haven't heard too much from me lately. I'm drowning my sorrows by watching Mad Men on Netflix and thinking heavy smoking and drinking looks kind of fun. I do neither, by the way. Except for the occasional glass of wine, my strongest vices are coffee and snickerdoodles.
I probably just need to drink more water and get more exercise. I haven't been doing enough of either since school ended. I'm sure I'd feel better in a jiffy if I did those two things.
I'm getting a glass of water now. Thanks for being my sounding board. See how therapeutic writing is?