Swinging Moods

It's a quiet morning and I'm contemplating all that needs to be done.  You know, the Cinderella chores.  But I'm not really wanting to do any of it.  Have you ever felt that way?  I feel that way often.  Not sure why, but I do.

There's laminate floors to be swept.  Floors to be mopped.  Laundry to be done.  A few dinner dishes to be washed, dried and put away.  There are area rugs to vacuum and then there's the bathroom, yuck!  It needs a lot of attention.

I also have piles and piles of books, papers and bills to deal with on the dinning room table.  Oh, and the beds need to be made.

The list could go on and on and on . . . it's seemingly never ending.

Yet here I sit.  On my computer, protesting!  I don't want to do any of it.  I just want to escape and get away.  Honestly, I just want to go back to bed today.  To hide from all the chores under the covers and pillows.

So instead of doing something that needs to be done, I sink into my chair, click on the Blogger icon and type.  Typing about the chores, typing about my lack of enthusiasm for doing the chores.  Telling the whole world that I'm lazy, today.  I'm not a good housewife, today.

It seems my mood has changed.

I'm having one of those self-doubt, beat yourself up sort of days.  At least it's how I feel at the present.  But I'm a woman, my mood can change in the blink of an eye.  So hopefully, this mood will be short lived!

At least I'm hopeful of that.

You would have thought yesterday would have brought me down, why with all the rain and dreariness outside.  But no, not yesterday.  It's today, when the sun is shinning and the weather has brightened up just a bit, I feel like a big, fat pile of yuck.

I think the fact that I'm catching a cold has something to do with it.  I feel zapped of my energy and am all stuffy.  This cold is compliments of my son, Zachary.  He caught it--we think--at school.  I'm really hoping no one else in the house catches it, especially Pete.  He is the last person that needs to catch a cold.  He has been working so much that it would completely wipe him out.

I don't know how that man does it.  He works and works and works.

And speaking of work. . .

That brings me back around to my list of chores.

And the thought of that man working so hard, spurs me on to do my own work.

I will get it all done.  I will do my chores.  While my husband is hard at work, how can I not?  He's stuck inside a stinky, loud factory away from his family for 12 hours.

I'm here in our comfy, quiet house free to come and go as I please.  With my children, my books, my music, the television and the computer for entertainment in between the work.  He has no family around him, no music, no books, no television and no computer.

How can I complain or not want to do my chores?  I mean really, how?

So, I will pull myself up by the boot straps and get down to it.  I will get my housework done.

Well, there.  I feel much better now.  This little typing therapy session has done me good.  It may not be very good blog writing or reading for that matter.  But it was what I needed.

Now to take some medicine, put on my iPod and get busy.

Who knows!  Maybe I'll bake us up a nice dessert for after dinner tonight.  Who wouldn't be cheered up by a dessert?  I know it would cheer me up!

Did you realize Stressed is Desserts spelled backwards?  Yep!  I don't feel particularly stressed, but just thought that was a funny fact.

Anything to bring a smile.

You know what else cheers me up?  Sunshine.  Reading all the wonderful blogs I follow and. . .

Oh . . .  this Non-blurry picture of a robin I finally got two days ago!