sundays

i think i figured out why i don't like sundays. it's my day off, which i love, but i sit and look around at everything that needs to be done. i have no motivation to do such things. i'm tired. and i would like to sleep. or read...... preferably in the sun. or perhaps hang out with the kids, somewhere NOT at home. i truly don't know how working moms do this. does everyone have a cleaning lady? or someone that grocery shops for them? oh i know, they take Ritalin. i should get me some of that. maybe i need less stuff. but wait, it's not the stuff that is overwhelming. it's the laundry and dishes and groceries and the constant need for attention from the 4 other people who live here. and all the papers (oh my, there are lots of papers) from school. there is that pesky lawn to water (sprinklers are still busted) and the basement to reorganize (the desk moving extravaganza did a number to the rest of the downstairs) oh yes, the bathrooms need to be cleaned. i should probably get off the computer.