It's The End Of The World As I Know It

I can't put it off any longer. 

I've now had one week of excuses for not pulling my weight around here.....I've spent most of that time sleeping at strange hours, eating strange things at strange times (like supper when I wake up in the middle of the night, and breakfast at supper time), playing Sudoku, feeding my family freezer meals that didn't get eaten while I was in Australia, and relying on my generous husband to parent our tribe.  I don't think I've made anything more complicated than toast.  I've done no accounting work, and, for the most part, have avoided housework like Jerry avoids Tom.

But I feel this utopian existance coming to an abrupt halt.

I'm reluctant to replace sleeping in, self-declared PJ days, and late nights by the fire with "to-do" lists, meal planning, and grocery shopping.  But there seems to be no turning this thing around.  Jeff is back to work full-time today, the kids have a 4-day school week, with the day off behind us, and the freezer will soon cease to give up its treasures. I remind myself that it will feel good to get back into the swing of things.  I am, by nature, a do-er.  And, yikes, the life of a mom involves lots of doing! And I really enjoy my life, and all most of its tasks. But in the past three weeks, I have been anything but a do-er.  And, let me assure you, it has been great!  I'm a little hesitant to fall back into my old patterns.  I'm wondering if I could be different.  I'm not sure.  Can a do-er become a part-time doer, with lots of non-doing time?  Does this do-er even want to become less of a do-er?  Is it even realistic?  Does the life of a do-er, or a non-doer look different from the outside?  Or is it more of an internal state of mind?  Is chocolate healthy? Ah, the questions.....

In the meantime, time keeps marching on.  Today, my list includes grocery shopping, watching/volunteering in Mason's class during swimming lessons, making supper, working on some accounting stuff, and two loads of laundry. Plus quality time with Taelyn, which may include reading books, making bookmarks, playing Twister, and getting whooped at The Memory Game.  Nothing over the top, but after three weeks of  "sleep in, go out to eat, watch waves at the beach, sit by a fire, play games", this seems like a bit of a shock.

It reminds me of the Peninsula Hot Springs we visited in Australia.  There were several natural pools of  hot water, and beside one of them was a tiny plunge pool, about six or 7 feet deep, filled with freezing cold water.  The water may not have been any colder than the ocean water we had swam in the day before, but after coming out of the hot pools, entering the plunge pool was, um....something to get used to.

Today, my life feels a bit like a plunge pool.

So, to ease my pathetic, lazy self back into my normal routine, I'm going to make myself a cup of tea.  And maybe, while sipping it, I will google "how to do less and still get everything done", followed by "vacation deals", unabashedly followed by "how to make your own cucumber mud bath with ingredients found in your kitchen".