It is spring, school is done, as in books packed away done, portfolios finished done. My health is great, the weather is nice. And I have been hit by this terrible inertia. I absolutely don’t feel like doing anything, an aimlessness that besets me every year when the schedule of school loosens up. It is fun for a few days, but not a healthy way to live. Here it is, 9:40 AM, and I have gotten the bedrooms squared away and the breakfast stuff stowed with the help of the children, and that is all. I would rather putter than get serious about a certain closet that threatens to dump stuff onto my head when I get out the broom. I would rather play HayDay than mulch flowerbeds, and that, my friends, is pathetic. I would rather mess with my fabric stash than work on ironing out the wrinkles on that rather large pile. I would rather ignore the musty shower curtain and read my new book, “Just Do Something“. Somehow that last strikes me as hilarious. (My annual tradition of a new book per child at the end of the school year includes one for myself. I will tell you what I think.)
Just for fun, I give you this, which is what my children think about being rudely interrupted to take a picture outside when they are into their new books. Which is the exact same way I feel when I am rudely interrupted.
I find that I have to take myself in hand, just as I do my children when they don’t want to do the thing that needs to be done. So… I take a deep breath and bid the inter-web goodbye, along with the excuses to loiter and be frivolous. Until the weekend, that is. 🙂 Who knows, maybe I will find time to do the closet and putter both. Maybe I will return with tales of amazing productivity and maybe I won’t. See you later.