I’m in a funky sort of mood. Not funky, like “hey, that’s cool and funky”! More like, “oh, it’s dinner time? Here have a cracker so I can sit here and mope while I watch Oprah”, kinda funk.
Not sure what brought it on so fast. I was fine this morning. Took Savannah to school, then ran errands. By the time Emery and I picked up Savannah it was 60 degrees and the sun was shining! (Big change here from cloudy, windy 40’s we’ve had for over a week). The kids and I played outside. Oh wait, scratch that…the kids played outside while I sniffed all over the yard trying to find the source of the gas smell I noticed right away.
With the help of a friend, I turned off the gas to the fireplaces and grill, and then called for the gas company to check it tomorrow and refill our tank. They think the smell was because it was running low. Then I brought the kids inside and put Emery down for a nap.
About an hour later I had a one on one bible study appointment. We had a good time sharing and praying, and before I knew it, our time was up.
That’s when the funkiness began. I didn’t want to clean up. Didn’t want to do much with the kiddos. Didn’t want to get on the computer (that’s when I knew it was serious! Ha!) I’m sure it has something to do with Jeremy being out of town. When he’s gone I’m just not myself. I don’t eat much, and when I do, it’ usually of the prepackaged, refined sugar variety. And I don’t sleep very well. I don’t know what it is, but I have the hardest time going to bed when he’s not here. I hate turning off the lights and actually getting into the bed alone. So basically, when he’s out of town, I watch a lot of late night TV that I don’t normally see.
I had a feeling it would be this way so I planned a few things to do in the evenings this week. One is tomorrow night. I’m having my sister and a friend over for dinner. I’ve been looking forward to it, but I still don’t know what I’m going to fix for them. Just can’t get in the cooking frame of mind. Nothing sounds good. No energy to prepare it. (Sorry guys, if you’re reading). Then we have a playdate for Saturday. No worries about food for that one, we’ve already talked about getting pizza delivered! Yah, hoo!
Well, this has been a really lame post, but it’s just what is going on with me. “It is, what it is”, as they say. For now, I am going to turn on American Idol and eat a big bowl of chocolate ice cream. That ought to make me feel good and bummed out. Then tomorrow I’ll work on changing my attitude a bit. :)
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funk on friend, funk on! i will put you next to mr b on the renewed energy prayer chain and hope you will find comfort in that bowl of ice cream and some bad nighttime tv. if you turn the pillow sideways on the bed and pull it up close, it is comforting and almost like the lump that sleeps in the spot beside you each night! not quite as good, but better than an empty spot in the bed. this too shall pass, but dont’ worry if you funk on a little past 6 tomorow night and feed jess and friends spaghetti hoops and bag salad. throw in a loaf of french bread and viola…..nutrition and conversation all from those little o’s by franco americn.
I understand. I always feel like a fish out of water when you dad’s away. Planning an activity and actually making yourself follow through will usually make you feel a little better. It’ll be fine.
I’m with you, friend. With David gone 32 hours at a time serveral times a week, I
am so happy to see him walk in the door. One thing that helps me is to remember
that the kids are watching me and that I need to get their mind off Dad being
gone too. Works most of the time but being in a “funk” is really a good thing-
shows how much you love Jeremy! Around 3:00 – 4:00 isi when it happens
because you are entering the hardest part of your day. Hang in there!
what can I say, besides… welcome to my world!!!
at least you’ve got someone coming back and two little ones to keep you entertained.