Backyard SnowIt’s only a matter of time before this becomes my reality once again.  I’m not ready.

I never get anything done in August.  I always have the best of intentions, but they just sort of fall to the wayside with all my other long-forgotten good intentions.  There’s just something about August that paralyses me.  I’m stuck in bed afraid to move for fear of things getting even worse.  I mean, at least if I’m in bed, the worst that can happen is a) I have a heart attack and die, or b) my ceiling comes crashing down on me—both of which are highly unlikely scenarios.  {I have excellent blood pressure, and am not a candidate for heart attack; and this house, though structurally questionable at times, nevertheless has held up so far, so why would it crumble today?}

So here I am, stuck in bed with a million productive things I could do to occupy myself if only I had the courage to get going.

Because that’s what it’s all about, right?  Courage.  It takes courage to leave the comfort of my plush, luxurious bed.  I’m surrounded by mounds of pillows like unto the clouds, and linens spun of bamboo fibers (highly recommended, by the way), and Poor Kyle’s already gone for the day so it’s just that much more space for me to lounge…why would I want to leave?  If I get up, there’s no guarantee I’ll accomplish any goals.  There’s no guarantee I’ll even set any goals.  There’s no telling whether I’ll be a success or a failure—it could go either way.  If I stay in bed, I won’t succeed, no…but I won’t fail, either.  Can’t fail if you don’t try.  How’s that for an outlook on life?

Days like today make me so glad I don’t have children yet.  You can’t ignore your life when someone else’s depends on yours.

Reading through this post, I can see how pathetic it is.  My mother would be so disappointed in me.  There’s a reason I don’t see “Stay in Bed: At Least You Won’t Fail” on motivational posters at my doctor’s office—it’s a lousy philosophy.  If everyone hid in bed any time they wanted, we’d never experience the good bits of life—the croissants, the smell of fresh-mowed lawn, giant shiny red balloons.

spaceballShiny Red BalloonsThe things that make getting up worthwhile.  Image from here.

Of course I’ll get out of bed.  Of course I’ll do the laundry and tidy the house and take a load of junk to the dump and possibly even shower.  Of course.

It’s just, I really don’t want to.

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18 Responses to LA LA LA I CAN’T HEAR YOU.

  1. lindsay says:

    i would live in my bed if i could…it’s the most comfy place.

    and here’s a little pick me up for today, since it might as well be monday with as slow as the morning has been going:

    It’s called the Poppy Tree and I just discovered her…she’s up there with The Black Apple.

  2. I know that feeling. All too well…

  3. We all know that feeling.
    Things always seem so much brighter a couple hours after you’re awake. I am so not a morning person. I find it the most depressing time of day.
    Hang in!

  4. jami says:

    Maybe the reason you are feeling this way is BECAUSE you are prego? Are you scared now?
    Just Kidding…I know what you are talking about

  5. RatalieNose says:

    Way to be Camille!
    Doing things even though you don’t want to!
    You’re an inspiration to us all!

  6. DeAnna says:

    I really, really miss those days!!! The option to sleep in was always there, it was so sweet! Now if I decide to try and sleep in I get jumped on, literally, by my two very hyper, way too much energy for before 8 a.m. children.

  7. ann marie says:

    Ditto those feelings today…

  8. Niki says:

    I know the feeling all to well…

  9. Whitney says:

    nothing like a lazy day. I feel like Ive been pretty lazy although Ive been making things for Presley and Grace and taking care of a 5 month old while staying at my parents watching my younger siblings. I HAVENT showered yet. Maybe thats my problem.

  10. Granmama says:

    Gird up your loins, fresh courage take, your God will never you forsake.

    We just got back from El P. Grandpa is frail but has a desire to go to the E. Carribean. I say we take him before he dies. WHat do you think?

    As the Little Prince calls me

  11. Anonymous says:

    Get the heck up and get moving.

  12. Chloe says:

    I like August until the 23rd (because it’s my birthday!) and then, I get depressed: then I’m older, the schoolyear begins, vacations are over… Sigh. But I NEED to set goals. It’s the only way I can feel useful and don’t think about bad things (i.e. vacations are over…).
    Hang in there!!

  13. anna says:

    Here’s the cool thing about having a kid… when you feel like that, you can roll out of bed, not shower, stay in your pj’s and play with the wee one until lunch time. And since you’re fulfilling role of motherhood, you don’t have to feel guilty for the morning routine.

    Until then, GET OUT OF BED. :) Just kidding, I often have “lazy” days and I think we all need a few here and there.

  14. kate lines. says:

    good for you!

    (i’ve missed sooooo much here.)

  15. Dutch girl says:

    Do like me: get a job which allows you to work in bed (no, people with dirty minds, I’m not a prostitute!). Last Friday I wasn’t feeling well, and I stayed in bed all day, with my laptop and dictionaries. The sound of the rain outside made me so happy :)

  16. Rachel says:

    oh yes, enjoy your leisure while you’ve got it. I agree with one of the previous commentors that you can frolic in your PJs with your kids until whenever you want and no will frown on you, but the frolicking starts at the crack of dawn. If I knew then what I know now I would have slept until 3pm more often.

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  18. Katie says:

    You are totally right about the kid thing. I love my son, but there are some mornings when he’s crying in his crib and I pretend not to hear him. Until the guilt sets in. I’m pretty sure that makes me the Worst Mother Ever, but what can I say? I’ve always loved lounging.

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