Every so often I go into a “slump.” When that happens, I feel the need to sleep more, hide under the covers, take a break from everything. What’s ironic about that is that it happens when I’m feeling overwhelmed by things, like there’s so much to do, and I’m terribly behind. But instead of kicking into high gear, I shut down for a week.
It feels like it’s about to happen again. Here’s a clue as to why:
936 – The number of unread blog posts languishing in my Google reader. I should maybe log in more often.
39 – Number of unread emails in my blog-related email.
32 – Number of unread emails in my real-life email.
9 – Number of laundry loads still awaiting their turn on the rinse cycle.
4 – Number of unfinished craft projects, plus one that I haven’t even started yet.
4 – Number of weekends this month that hubs will work his side job, effectively leaving me on my own with Connor. That means 4 Saturdays in a row of play group duty, as well as 4 weekends of dragging him to the grocery store.
3 – Number of unread books staring me in the face.
2 – Number of school meetings coming up this month; one to plan IEP goals, and the other will be the actual IEP (the 2nd one).
1 – Number of holidays to celebrate. And why, oh why, does Halloween have to be on a Wednesday this year?
I suppose what I’m trying to say is that I’m sorry if I haven’t been by to leave comments lately, or I’ve been out of touch. But for whatever reason, I’m programmed to respond to stress in much the same way a possum does: by lying down and playing dead.
So stop poking me with that stick; I’m dead.