This past week I have been a total bum. I started out by reading Mansfield Park (excellent, going on the all time favs list), then I moved on to Life of Pi (intriguing), and then Spider Man: The Other (pretty good), and after those The Cat Who Talked Turkey (dull, and not at all up to snuff with the other Cat Who books). I then rented the last season of Friends and watched the entire thing in two days, and topped that off with a movie. During this week I did spend a day running errands with the kids, and we spent time with my mother in-law, but aside from that, I sat on my butt being about as interesting as an eggplant.

Chris had laser surgery last Monday morning and so he has been home all week on medical leave. You would think with all of this time off we would have done something interesting, but he needed to take it easy and I guess I just took it easy right along with him. Which I think we needed. Now I just need to get myself of out of lazy mode. It’s hard to do because, in truth, my life doesn’t require that much. Yes, I’m busy, busy, busy slaving away for the children, making their food and trying to keep the playroom floor visible, but there’s not a lot of get up and go or thought that goes into that. And I do have several new responsibilities at church, I’m over a scrap booking group that meets monthly and a women’s chorus and in charge of keeping the church website updated, but these things don’t take that much time.

I lead a rather boring life. For the first time in my life, I’m functioning at normal. I was such an over achiever through high school and college; I rarely had a spare moment. Then I started having babies and very highly complicated pregnancies and moving all over kingdom come for the USAF. Now we are firmly planted at this duty station without a prayer of moving for a few years. I am very much not pregnant and the children have settled into fairly predictable routines. I’m so used to having a crisis to avert I don’t know what to do with myself, and so I have ever so impressively resorted to sloth. Yea me.

I keep thinking I should do something to make a little extra money, but with Chris’ wacky schedule and the fact that refuse to put my kids into a daycare situation (not to mention that childcare around these parts costs almost as much as I would make at an entry level part time gig.) There aren’t a lot of options. Not to mention I can’t think of anything I would actually enjoy. I suppose no one enjoys their work all of the time.

So here I sit at my computer, not entirely sure of what to do with myself. Any suggestions?