Dog Tired

Two things make a dog tired.  Hunting and old age.  Our black lab has a chronic case of both.  During pheasant season, she will literally curl up anywhere and cash out for hours of uninterrupted slumber.  As shown by exhibit A. 

Exhibit A: Wonder if my sister got all the hair out???

Like the dog, I could easily crawl into a corner myself and fall asleep at this very moment.  In fact, I’m  typing this from bed and it’s only 7:42pm.  I tell myself I’m being a good mom by getting the boys to bed early, however, the truth is I’m so tired I might fall into a coma before I finish posting and they start snoring. 

I don’t like being this tired, especially sinceI didn’t go hunting this weekend.  It leaves me to assume my near-comatose state is caused by old age.  While I don’t feel old most days, the combination of yesterday and today aged me 100 years.

Saturday morning dawned bright and early, as I don’t know how to sleep in.  With DH hunting and the kids still snoozing, I spent a quiet morning working on my writing.  In the process of looking for something, I began cleaning out the top of the pantry in the hall, the roll top desk (that has a beautiful roll to hide my habit of piling things) and the dining room side-server thingy. 

All said, that equalled ten drawers of varying sizes, three shelves and a cavernous desk top. 

You may be wondering why I’m sharing this and the answer is, I’m too stupid-tired to care that I’m divulging my biggest super-hero weaknesses.  Clark Kent had kryptonite, Achilles had his heel and I am a procrastinating, closet pig.

Unlike Achilles, I do my best work while racing against a deadline.  Messy closets do not drain my power like kryptonite did for Superman.  Instead, I get a kick out of scrummaging through these paper saturated places.  While sorting the good, the bad and the ugly, I inevitably find treasures that are more delightful the second time around.  So maybe the only weakness here is that these quirks understandably push DH one step closer to the court house and the divorce papers.

But I digress.  So, my house is crazy-messy with piles of keep and throw when DD (in a friend funk) decides not to go to the movies, but rather insists that she and I put up the Christmas tree.  This project really encompasses outside lights, pine boughs on the porch, and replacing every inside decorating item with a festive trinket.  In other words, not a quick project.

The time: 630pm.  By 9:30, DD is cashed out on the couch and I am left to finish decorating the house and cleaning up the aftermath of said holiday endeavor.  I put the last item away, dusted off my hands and called it quits–at 12:45 am.  Sunday morning. 

At this point, I figured a good mom would wait up until her Oldest returned from the movies in a town over the border and through the prairie.  He did at 1:30, and I promptly went to bed.

Four hours later, my internal alarm went off, followed by a text from DH that he would be home in forty five minutes from hunting over the border and waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay through the prairie.  He rolled in at 6:30, we rounded up the crew for church, attended a band concert, repacked DH for a business trip, and I collapsed.

I’m dog tired.  But at least I know where my bed is.

Hope you had a good weekend filled with great memories~ cat

4 responses to “Dog Tired

  1. LOL! I’ve had days/weekends just like that 🙂 Sleep well. And just think, you’ve got some great quirks and descriptions all saved up for some future writing project!

    • I think it may be dangerous to commit that stuff to paper : )

      I try to keep my clutter confined to closed doors and drawers. DH’s closet is immaculate. T-shirts here. Dress pants there. Causal longsleeve hangs comfortably between short casual and business button ups!

      My way takes less time to put clothes away…no sorting, just plopping hangers in empty spots.

  2. Lol don’t prograstinate too long Cate ..I’m looking forward to reading your stuff.

    Woot for the Christmas decorations…I’m a little down because in Florida you just don’t see many people decorating and we didn’t because we are flying home for 3 weeks…so I have made up for it with 24 hour Christmas music and movies which is driving DH crazy!!

    • Charlie, don’t drive DH over the deep end yet. You may need him before the holidays are over. That’s awesome that you get a three week break. My big sister is in Virginia and my brother in Atlanta. Being from the Midwest, it makes it hard to see them. I would love a three week break to do my house calls! Enjoy yourselves every minute of those 21 days.

      *hangs head* I will try to get it out tomorrow, though I do have two court hearings, so it may be tight. Wednesday for sure! Then I will get to yours.

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