Friday, May 20, 2011

Quiet.

I'm having a hard time enjoying the peace & quiet that comes during the evenings in which Glenn and the kids are all in bed relatively early.

I should be reveling in the joy of a couple hours to myself, but instead I find myself lonely.

Sad.

Anxious.

Depressed.

I could be scrapbooking, reading, folding clothes, day-dreaming, but instead I just sit.

And stare at the mind-numbing TV (can we just cancel our cable already???).

Or the computer.

I could be blogging and saying something, but instead I feel like nothing is good enough to say.

I mean, who wants to read about this crap?

And the rapture is happening tomorrow and I didn't even get to Flying Apron beforehand.

P.S. The rapture isn't really happening tomorrow.

P.P.S. Maybe soon I'll have something nice to say.

3 comments:

  1. It happens though, that's the thing. Maybe people don't *want* to read it, but it's part of life. Sometimes letting the mind numb get it ready for the next day right?

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  2. I am in a similar cranky funk the past couple days. Don't know what it is, but I am sure we well both feel better soon!

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  3. I've been in a similar mood lately too. Your post pretty much described my evening last night.

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