I've been spending a lot of time alone lately (two whole days). No children, no Mommy #2, nada. Just me and my bi-, eh, dog.
I'm not sure if I'm doing it the right way, but I've been going with the wander-aimlessly-through-the-empty-house-talking-to-myself method of singledom. It's not as though I have nothing to do. There are waist-high piles of laundry giving me the hairy eyeball, spiders taking up residence in the cobwebbed corners of my living room, and half-a-dozen boxes scattered around my storage facility of a bedroom that I have yet to pack away since moving...a year ago.
The problem is this: I cannot function unless I'm doing nine things simultaneously. I really can't. Throw in the fact that I don't have children bellowing 'Mommy, guess what' or 'Mom, can I', and I'm two short steps from catatonia.
I must keep busy. Maybe tonight I'll label my socks R/L and by numbered pair. Or recaulk my bathtub. Or read my Organic Chemistry book for fun.
Oh, the possiblities!
I'm neurotic today because...
...I don't even remember how to relax...maybe I'll conduct some research...yeah, that's it...I'll research relaxation.
I think this runs in the family. I don't know how to just sit and do absolutly nothing. What is wrong with us?! Why do we feel the need to be doing something ALL THE TIME?!
ReplyDeleteAt least you can sit and watch tv without anxiety/guilt. And it's not just the 'doing something', it's doing MANY things at the same time. If you remove one variable, I'm a lost puppy.
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