Don't you just hate how life seems to get in the way of having a life?
Everything seems to revolve around doing the necessary things that need to be done, but about the only time you actually have to yourself, involves crawling between the sheets - utterly exhausted.
I love my bed. Truly I do.. and there's nothing nicer than crawling into a bed with fresh, sweet-smelling sheets that have dried on the line... after having a shower to wash off the grime of the day and laying there with a good book until my eyes can't stay open any longer.
Which is why Old Guy lives in his house, and I live in mine.
I don't like sharing.
But, as nice as bed can be, there's got to be more to life than being exhausted all the time.
Now see.... I like me some TV time. I really do. I have certain programs that I love to watch and I watch them as often as I can. But does watching TV constitute "me" time ?
Nope... not when that time is taken up with folding laundry, filling out paperwork, cleaning the kitchen and a whole myriad of other chores, while the TV is on...
I love to listen to music.... but the same thing happens. Never do I get the chance to just sit back, close my eyes and let the music wash over me. There's too much that needs doing, and there's no one else here to do it.
What started this whole "I have no life" thing, was what Old Guy did to me yesterday.
I had one small, smelly, undisciplined child, who for once in his life, was being fairly disciplined... he was sitting in the floor quietly playing with the train set.
And as I ( and the Old Guy) sat here watching Frontier House and watching the little guy play, my eyes got so heavy that I couldn't keep them open any longer. I dozed off. I heard myself snort - and I just didn't care. I snorted again.
And I woke to Old Guy shaking my arm and saying " Babe, I can see you're tired, so I'll head home now".
How about just leaving me to snore for 20 minutes... and keeping an eye on little fella for me? No, he thought he would go home and leave me to sleep in peace... with a rowdy 2 year old playing near by!
This is about the 3rd time in 2 weeks that he has done the exact same thing... and he just does NOT get it.
Probably because he has a
When he sees a child stuffing toilet paper in the toilet and it's something that he could handle it himself, he comes to tell me. When he sees I'm beyond exhausted and I have a child in care... he decides to leave.
He's got a very "hands-off" approach and it's driving me around the twist.
Anyway... I digress. I do that a lot.
Especially when I'm surviving on 5-6 hours of sleep a night and not eating breakfast until 2 o'clock in the afternoon.
What I miss - and I miss it desperately, is blogging.
Posting blogs, reading blogs and feeling that I have a life outside of these 4 walls.
Catching up with what's been going on in the lives of friends..
seeing things through their eyes, seeing photos of where they live, photos of beautiful flowers, adorable pets and livestock...
trying the recipes they've shared...
(quite frankly, I'm at a loss as to what to cook anymore because my *get up and go* has got up and went, so the recipes can be a life-saver)
It seems lately that I can't just read through blogs in the morning like I used to. I liked getting up early, having a cup of coffee by my side and reading through my friends blogs and leaving comments. Having an hour or 2 to myself before knuckling down and getting to work. Nowadays, it just seems like I hit the ground running in the morning...
and I never stop until I run out of gas.
When these children leave today, ( I have 3 overnighters til mid-afternoon) I want the rest of the day to myself.
No Old Guy, no laundry, no paperwork and nothing hanging over my head, demanding attention.
I want ME time. Sitting around the house in my jammies time. No noise, no responsibilities, nothing to do but veg out and relax time.
Do you think I'll get it?
Bwahahaha... I must be in bed dreaming, because there's a fat chance of that ever happening.
The Old Guy will probably come in while I'm dozing and happily drooling all over myself... he'll shake me awake and say "Babe, you look like you're exhausted... do you want a cuppa?"