That’s how I feel today.
I don’t want to do anything. I am not even procrastinating well (when procrastinating usually means cleaning or doing chores that only get done when there is something else I don’t want to do looming).
Is it allergies making me foggy-headed?
Is it the stunning lack of progress on the house? Although I think progress is being made we still have not reached the point that shovels have moved earth, and that is incredibly frustrating. I go back and forth on documenting the trials and travails of building here, but what holds me back is that I don’t want to post pictures of contracts and emails and appraisals, which is all we have to show for the last year’s worth of effort on this. I will post more when we start having visible progress instead of the kind of progress that makes me cry.
Is it the kids and their boundless energy? Could be. We spent an hour at the park today because I. Could. Not. Take. It. Not one more minute. And what did they do at the park? Played quietly. Which was what I had asked them to do all morning.
Probably it’s a mix of all of it. And the best I can muster is – Meh.