I’m going through an extremely lazy and self-indulgent period right now. Work is boring, so I have put in two consecutive 8 hour days. Anyone who knows how much I usually work understands that’s weird. Last night I went home, did not do the dishes, did not take out the trash, did not clean up the office, did not do the bills. I read a novel. I did the same thing on Sunday. I don’t feel like cooking. I don’t feel like cleaning.


Fortunately, I’m pretty sure it’s a phase — a recharging period in my rare downtime. The only problem is that my husband ends up picking up the slack for what I don’t do. So maybe I need to do a little more so he doesn’t have to do any extra. But still, I don’t feel like it.

(Note: I knew darn well why I was tired.)

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Brenda currently lives in Stoneham MA, but grew up in Mineral WA. She is surrounded by men, with two sons, one husband and two boy cats. She plays trumpet at church, cans farmshare produce and works in software.

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