Funks

I'm pretty sure I'm in one. Which makes me that much happier that I decided to go to Washington after all. I definitely need a weekend out of town. I don't think I'm escaping from anything - I certainly don't feel spectacular about abondoning the pups for even a weekend. I just feel like I need something to kind of "wake me up" if that makes sense at all to anyone.

Before D left I'd gotten into this great routine of keeping the kitchen clean...for almost two weeks straight and I was so proud of myself. Now, it's a constant battle and it makes no sense! There's ONE of me and I caved and got paper plates and cups. Yes, I'm that lazy. Of course there are times when I still have to use the real stuff and then those pile up...oh it's just so sad. I stare at it and just want the Bewitched powers of a twitchy nose so it'll all disapear instantly.

It's not just the kitchen though. I wander from room to room starting on cleaning and then getting distracted by invites for walks or other outings which are so much more fun than staying in the house alone cleaning. By the time I get home, I'm too tired to do it and then it's one more day of mess piled on top of what's already there. AAAAAACCCCHHHHH!

So I'm trying to get it into a kind of order before I leave this weekend. Maybe not spick and span like I'd like it to be, but just in order. So when I come home Monday mid-day I can anticipate dog mess but not human mess. ;-)

*Sigh* The sad frustrations of a bored, missing-her-husband, pregnant woman.

I know, I know...so many other people in this world have such bigger problems on hand. I should feel lucky.