I have reached…the exhausted place.  You know how after you’ve been through a train wreck’s worth of drama and you know that it will end soon but it isn’t quite done yet and you reach a place where all you want is to just curl up and sleep for a couple of days?  I am so there.  All I want is to carve out a couple of days to lie on the couch, watch television (probably West Wing because I am me) and drift into and out of sleep and maybe eat some stuff.

Obviously I can’t do that just yet.  I have too much to do.

I have a couple of writing projects to finish for clients that got put on the back burner while we dealt with the roommate situation (thank God I have understanding clients).  I’m also going to look for a new site design because I really don’t like that previous posts are just listed by title under the most recent post.  It’s so much harder for readers to catch up.  After the rest of the roommate’s stuff gets moved out I am going to go through the apartment and cleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeean it–sort of like the cleaning I did when we still thought Will’s Dad would be staying with us over Christmas but even deeper since it’s time for my annual cleaning out of the filing cabinet and dresser.  Then at the end of March we’ll be going to Texas for a week.

I am not excited to go to Texas.

Funny story: Last night I sat down on the couch next to Will and begged “after we get back from Texas can we please please please please please please please take a few months for ourselves–not go on any trips, take in any strays or let anybody stay with us for more than a night Please please please please please please please please please please?” and no kidding, I hadn’t even closed my mouth yet when Will got an instant message from one of his friends asking if he could come up this weekend and crash at our place for a few days.

We said yes because we like this friend.  He always pays his own way, cleans up after himself and is pretty easy going.  I can tell him to get lost for a while and he’ll (cheerfully) get lost for a while. And he’s only staying for a few days.  I guess he agreed to take a friend of his to the airport on Saturday and pick her up again on Wednesday and didn’t want to make the six-seven hour round trip twice in five days.  Really, who can blame him? But the timing?  Wow.

You know what?  When I finally do get to have my couple of days’ worth of down time I am going to be the poster child for laziness!