confessions of a slacker

Google Reader asks me if I am sure I want to mark a kajillion posts as read and I nod quietly in my comfy red chair, the big slacker that I am.

Let me take that back. Despite my dirty house and incessant TV watching, I have been doing quite a bit, between end of school activities and working out and playing house with a sexy virus for nearly three weeks, until we gave birth to a thriving sinus infection.

I am exhausted, and I am tired of being exhausted.

I am not reading; I am not writing.

I am not being my very best self.

But I am listening to the rain fall; resting my head, brewing tea. I'm letting the dishes sit, and making something simple for dinner for the kids tonight, praying for the antibiotics to work their magic so I can get back to field trips, and Zumba, and writing sentences that don't ramble on the page, glued together with commas and longing to connect with the community I adore.