It’s amazing how the time everyone’s out for the holidays goes by both so fast and so slowly at the same time. On one hand, you’re always like, “Oh, there’s plenty of time to do something, everyone’s futzing around for the holidays anyway.”
Then the Monday comes that everyone goes back to school and work, and you’re completely unprepared and left holding the bag. In my case, I’m holding the bag literally, cause my husband forgot to take his brown-bagged lunch with him.
So much for that New Year’s “resolution.” Oh well.
I am staring at the pile of dishes creeping across the counter (mommy went on strike and said that if she was cooking supper every night, the least everyone else could do would be to put their dishes in the frippin’ dishwasher). I feel displaced, like a victim of a natural disaster, wandering around wondering what I should do.
I’m slowly chugging to get this locomotive started again. After all, it doesn’t stop very often, but it needed refueling. I had a guest post planned for my usual Monday recipe slot, but it turns out it was published already. I don’t feel like writing about new year’s resolutions, which I only halfheartedly believe in at best anyway. My writing feels sluggish… I’ve fallen out of the rhythm. I would know, cause I spent three hours staring at a post yesterday that should have taken me only 30 minutes.
So instead, today, for me, I’m writing just for the exercise of writing, which may be better anyway.
It won’t be long before I’m in the swing of things again, I’m sure. The headache that I’ve been getting the last two days at the top of the back of my neck is simply my muscles groaning from holding my head at laptop-angle. Who would have guessed that they’d atrophy this fast?
I’ll put all the dirty dishes at my husband’s and son’s spot at the table, and putter about the kitchen to get back into experimenting. I’ll work on my copy editing for the BLUNTmoms. My photography, now that I have these new backdrops to experiment with (Merry Christmas to meeee). I’ll find that well-worn rut again and dig back in.
I can’t be the only person feeling adrift today, can I?