Tuesday, January 17, 2012
on not wanting to get dressed.
Since the third of January, when the hoopla of the holidays officially ceased, I've been struggling with the simple act of getting dressed in the morning. I'd prefer to stay in my pajamas and mope (yes--mope) about the house most of the day. Unfortunately, or rather fortunately I should say, the six and three year olds don't really allow for this kind of self indulgence (or mild depression.) I think Sparky might take issue with it too, should he arrive home after a long kick-ass day at work to find me in my flannels eating a pint of Ben and Jerry's Cherry Garcia in bed while watching netflixed episodes of the Gilmore Girls. (Oh, that entire scenario sounds divine.)
Am I the only one that ever feels this way?