That's how it feels around here today. Even though I made my two girls their breakfast, brushed hair and teeth, helped to get them both ready, finished making and packing up my oldest daughter's lunch, then piled the two girls in the car and took my oldest off to camp. Even though I came back, and throughout the course of the day, made beds, swept my hardwood, vacuumed my rugs, did the dishes, mended a pair of my husband's work pants, made lunch for my little one and me, played with her a little bit, rewound a movie for her (Lazytown... FOUR times today! Ugh!), washed five (yes, FIVE) loads of laundry, dried, folded and put away four loads of laundry.... even though I've done ALL THAT, this day is still ddrrrraaaaaagggggiiiinnnnggggg BY!
Maybe it's 'cause this is our third day of rainy, gloomy, yuck outside, and we've become housebound once again. Maybe it's just 'cause I've become an "Olympics Widow", and therefore, have no one over the age of 13 to talk to in this house (unless of course, you count my delusional mother, who doesn't ever let me do much of the talking, but instead recounts events that have happened either in her recent or not-so-recent past....over and over and over and over and over and over again, and if you think that's not exactly like talking to another kid, then you've got another thing comin' to ya!), and so I'm maybe kinda lonely.
My e-mails are sparse, no one's posting much on their blogs... heck... not too many folks are even on Instant Messenger. I'm starting to feel like Robert Neville Smith in "I Am Legend":
My name is Mama C. I am a survivor living in the suburbs. I am broadcasting to anyone who would like to participate in a halfway decent conversation. I will be at my computer workstation everyday, at regular intervals, morning, noon, or night. If you are out there... if anyone is out there... I can provide laughter, I can provide company, I can provide advice. If there's anybody out there... anybody... please. You are not alone.