If you were to ask me how I’m feeling this week, that would pretty much be my response. I’m bored to tears, and I still feel like someone sliced my stomach open… imagine that.
I thought I would really enjoy a few weeks with absolutely no editing work. I thought that would be just fabulous and magical, and I envisioned myself taking full advantage of the “vacation” and doing… fun things. I thought I would enjoy truly being a stay-at-home mom for once… like, Avery and I would bake cookies and make sock puppets and crap like that.
You would really think I’d know myself better than that by now, wouldn’t you?
There have been no cookies or sock puppets or anything even close. True, I have no work to occupy my time… and even though I sit around and THINK about all of the cool things I’d like to do (like organizing my bookshelves or shampooing carpets), my stomach screams at me just for thinking such things.
So, I’ve spent a lot of time reading and watching movies in the past week. And Avery still wonders why she has no mother and is left on her own to play with one-armed Barbies (thanks to Comet and Lizzie) all day.