Afternoon

The sofa is calling my name and I’m resisting with every fiber of my weary being. Even my oak desktop looks like an appealing place to lay my head down. I’m so tired even my teeth hurt. I’m yawning until my eyes water behind my glasses.

I shouldn’t be this tired. Yes, I got to bed late, but I slept late. I got my eight hours but sometimes eight hours isn’t enough. I’m one of those people who should have the t-shirt that reads, “Damn right I’m good in bed—I can sleep for days.” So tacky. So true.

There’s a mass of dirty dishes in the kitchen, including the particularly icky things I procrastinate on washing forever—the macaroni and cheese pan, the oatmeal bowl, the stained coffee mugs.

The washing machine is tossing the sheets through a soapy bath. There’s a queue of laundry piles snaking across the basement floor waiting for me. There are clean clothes in a heap on the folding table, waiting to be taken upstairs. I’m out of underwear.

The plumber came yesterday and waltzed through a mobile of drying bras in the basement to reach the boiler. I guess that took our “relationship” to a new level of intimacy.

My wrists ache from typing and mousing. I’ve pulled on my wrist braces on and now look like some 19^th century Dickensian character toiling away in fingerless gloves.

The Dixie Chicks are singing—“How long do you want to be loved? Is forever enough, is forever enough?”

The song is called “Lullaby.”

“As you wander through this troubled world in search of all things beautiful, you can close your eyes when you’re miles away and hear my voice like a serenade.”

Comments

[wordgirl]

I felt like that the other day. And once the whole watery eye thing starts, you just can't stop yawning.

[Nance]

Laundry is so defeating. You know as soon as you get a grip on it, more will accumulate in hampers. I'm waiting for the machine that is washer and dryer in one. Why should I have to drag it from the washer and then put it into the dryer? It's a waste of time. Oh, and 97 here today, V. I'm not venturing out at all, save for my long-overdue haircut--no pun intended--at 5:30.

[Angela]

I've had that unfortunate bra accident with a repairman too. He was a friend of the family, too. There went any sense of mystery about me now! On the sleep front, count yourself lucky you you're not in my shoes. My insomna is back...two nights in a row I haven't been able to nod off before 1 a.m. And I have to get up at 6:30. Ouch. But strangely enough, I'm not feeling tired! Maybe all those years of sleep deprivation have finally reset my body clock, and now I need less sleep. Meh. Who knows? Hope you get your rest soon!

[V-Grrrl]

Nance,

I have seen the future--they have the washer/dryer combo machine here. Invented by our friends in Germany.

Weather here is windy, gray, and in the 60s--in other words, back to normal!

[Granola-grrrl]

Wow! I thought there was something seriously wrong with me on Sunday because I felt like that. Seems like every little chore became herculean, and I found myself totally unmotivated to do *anything*. I hope you were able to indulge in a little nap on such a dreary afternoon. :)

[Lisa]

I'm a strange bird. I love doing laundry. Love doing it to the Dixie Chicks, too. That song ain't called "Lullaby for nothing. No wonder you were yawning.

[mamatulip]

I don't mind doing the laundry...it's the putting it away that I seem to have troubles with. ;)

[amber]

Well, at least I'm not the only one feeling so tired!

At least you didn't hand him a tampon out of your bag, when he asked you to borrow a pen... I did that to a poor pizza guy once. He said, "I think this is out of ink." LOL! Nice.

:)

[V-Grrrl]

Amber,

I knew Lynn was still suffering from jet lag when she poured cereal into her coffee mug instead of her bowl at breakfast. The coffee mug was full at the time. Oh yeah. That kept us laughing.

[Nance]

V-grrl,
Do NOT tease me! The washer-dryer combo EXISTS!? At last, my raison d'etre!! If you can point me in the direction of a picture of this marvel, I will print one out and hang it above my bed. I salivate in anticipation.

[V-Grrrl]

Nance,

I think there's a pull-out centerfold of it in Laundry Weekly--you know, the issue with the sexy Maytag Man on the cover. ; )