Confession

I was in the bedroom when Mark got home today. I had gotten up to meet him and ran into him as he walked into the room. "Hi!" he said. I smiled and said "Hi! How was your day?" He looked at me funny...and said "What?" He had noticed the guilty expression on my face. "Nothing!' I replied. "What'd you do?" he asked. I remainded silent but smiled again, hoping not to have to say it. "Ahh," he said. I have a smart husband. When I said, Nothing, he knew I meant NOTHING. I'd done nothing all day! We are leaving to go camping tomorroe and I did NOTHING...except for read. Quickly I say, "I did wash the car today!" He smiled. I'd also made cupcakes for RS but the mess is still in the kitchen so I didn't want to point that out.

You see, I've read 3 books in the last 3 days. I can't fall asleep til after 1am and I've been sleeping in. Yes, I know, I'm in a rut. I am in denile about being home and having to actually DO something, like cook meals and entertain the kids. On my defense, I have done the laundry...well, most of it. But the kids have done and eaten pretty much what they've wanted. Knowing I need to go back to school for a future career has me in flux. At times I am excited, researching all the possibilities for my new future....and other times, I hide away, wanting only to stay in my bubble of car pooling, PTO and play dates. I realize I can't stay in the make believe word books allow me to visit but sometimes the repreave is sooo relieving. When I come out of it, tackling life seems alittle more possible.

I appreciate my patient and tolerant husband. Though sometimes I have to remind him that it could be worse... I could be a shopaholic instead of a readaholic. :)