I fell asleep last night watching "Justified." If you are a fan of the show, you know that 53 riveting, action-packed, tension-filled minutes are coming your way every week. It is nearly impossible to look away, much less fall prey to the siren call of somnolence. So, I think I was tired.
I huffed along on the fumes of the post-conference high for the first two days of the week. But then the reality of my life caught up with me. I have at least two weeks of papers I have to rifle through, kids' sports and play commitments every day, laundry that just won't wash itself, dammit, and homework to supervise every night. Yesterday, I stood outside for an hour watching Five's baseball team attempt to catch and throw in wind gusts that would make North Dakota jealous, and I'm fairly certain that's what did me in. Too much fresh air.
I've been trapped indoors for the past eighteen months of winter, and my body just can't make a radical shift in climate conditions. It's too jarring. I need to intersperse my nature-communing with something familiar, like sitting inside, in front of a computer. I'm like a domesticated animal being introduced to the wild. I need to work up to a few minutes outside every day, while you hand-feed me.
I have much to accomplish today. I'm trying to get the house in order for Mother's Day, a/k/a/ "Easter Redux." I have to pick Three up at school and take him to have his braces removed, and then re-deposit him, so he can attend play practice. I have phone calls to make, and I might even try to dust the guest room, in preparation for my sister's arrival on Monday. Then, she can help me clean the rest of my house! I love Erin.
All our lives are busy, and it's natural to get caught up in the whirlwind. Sometimes, though, our bodies just quit, and we need to heed that message. So, before I get moving again, I'm going to take my cup of coffee, sit down on my couch, and watch U.S Marshal Raylan Givens kick some ass. It's justified.