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| I don't know enough about The Simpsons to know why, or if, this image is related to my topic, but I believe it is. Thanks to my neighbor, Jenny, and April showers, for the photo op. |
I chalked it up to the birthday blues. Now, I like birthdays. They beat the alternative, right? Just ask anyone who's been denied. But let's face it, turning 45 was nothing for me like turning 40. At 40, I had all those miraculous pregnancy hormones ricocheting through my body, thinking it was 25 again. Today, I'm facing life as a mom with a very 45-year-old body but a very energetic 4-year-old (not to mention a demanding 6-year-old and prepubescent 11-year-old).
So Friday I coasted. I figured, it was my birthday; I'll be lazy if I want to. But then Saturday and Sunday, and now, Monday, rolled through, and I still didn't feel like facing the daunting projects before me.
Everything we stored in our unfinished basement sits in my dining room, living room and garage, begging to get sorted, cleaned, given away, sold or re-stored when our basement renovation is complete. All three children and sometimes one husband expects to be fed, again and again and again. Letters to a friend studying in Bolivia should be written and mailed. Phone calls, texts, emails should be returned. Baby showers and block parties demand to be planned. Fall PTO projects beg to get jump-started. And then there's the idea of generating income from actual work I could be getting paid to do, if only I'd make the time.
But I want to do none of it right now. Maybe it's the heat. Maybe it's the birthday. I'm getting done what needs to get done, but not much more. I'm calling in 'sick' on everything else with a serious case of the lazies. I sure hope it's just a 96-hour bug, because I'm not a fan of lazy. Ask my kids.
Cheers, friends!
