A Thousand Miles From The Place I Was Born

I may or may not have mentioned that I just came down off an 11-day work period. An 8-hour shift on the 8th followed by 12-hour shifts on the 9th, 10th and 11th, and then working from home on a schedule (average: 9-hour days) from the 12th through the 18th. As of yesterday, I was effectively exhausted. Thank goodness it was a holiday, because Lauren and I didn’t leave the house all day. We stayed in our pajamas and didn’t accomplish a single thing. It was delightful! So you would think that one lazy day would have refreshed me and allowed me to get back to business today. Yeah, not so much.

I managed to wake up on time this morning, which was a miracle. I was able to both round-brush Lauren’s hair AND feed her a hot breakfast. Score! The day was looking promising! When I returned from driving her to school, I made the Breakfast of Champions (well, only if you’re an aging champion… otherwise, a daily bowl of Fiber One Honey Clusters may not fit the bill for you) and settled in to watch THE INAUGURATION in all it’s High-Definition glory. It was awesome, but you don’t need me to tell you that. You were probably watching as well. And if so, was I the only one who was disturbed by some of ABC’s camera angles? Did we really need to film the Obamas through the bulletproof glass which made them look like they were standing in front of a Fun House mirror?

Anyhoo, maybe it was the excitement of the morning. Maybe it was because I blew my entire energy stash on blow-drying my kid’s hair and had nothing left over for my workout. Maybe it was because I’ve freaking worn myself out over the past few weeks and I only have ONE MORE DAY until I have to go back to work again. Whatever the reason, when the screen flipped from President Obama to George Stephanopoulos, I turned off the TV and climbed into bed for a nap. And slept for three glorious indulgent hours.

When I woke up, I came onto the computer and checked email and cleared my Google Reader. And now that Lauren is home from school, I’m going to go help her with her homework, make dinner, clean up the kitchen afterward, and then settle in on the couch for American Idol. And that’s it! Don’t call me on the telephone, don’t expect me to answer your emails. The computer is off, and I am done for the night. I am apathetic, and I’m okay with that.

Take a good look, people. This is the Face of Lazy.