The Kitten is on Strike Today

It's my boys' first day back to school. They've been away for only two hours, but it's felt like many more already!

So my plan was to see them off to school and go back to sleep. Seriously! Yesterday was the two week anniversary of the last time I had good rest- I have not slept more than two to four hours a night in 14 days, and the last three have been absolute hell. I feel like a sick zombie.

So I was going to catch up on my sleep with no alarms or commitments and after waking leisurely I'd linger over breakfast and, with my re~found blast of energy- happily tackle work and chores.

But, I sent the kiddos to their public institute for learning how to be good sheeple, and just knew there was no going back to bed. You know that itchy, restless feeling. I've had the wanderlust for a couple weeks something fierce. I need an exploratory and rejuvenating holiday oh so bad! My current restless yet tired feeling is somewhat like that~ I have a need to do something but what that something is I do not know.

I can't work. There is zero motivation or creative mojo in that department. And chores? Oh hell no. I deserve better than that! After the summer I had? This has been the second worst summer of my entire life to be completely honest. After surviving the trauma we were gifted last year, there's still a generous shot of PTSD in the family unit and as the only adult it all falls upon my shoulders. Then my medical conditions, compounded by suffering a great loss while ordered to avoid emotional stress as it compounds my symptoms was the generous icing on the cake of the last couple of months. I am surprised I did not have a nervous breakdown and spend my summer wearing a hug me jacket- a whole other kind of vacation! And being in a new place far from anyone I know, not having family, and having not met anyone local as far as friendships, yea, my stress level is beyond comprehension and measure. Being alone is truly hard. Especially when you're a parent.

So I am boycotting work today. I am on strike against my household chores. I am stubbornly stomping on my obligations and as a rebellious teenager shirking every responsibility today.

Well, at least until 2:30 when my testosterone brimming tribe bursts through the door with the obligatory back to school homework for Mom and stories and energy and loudness.

It's only 9:16 am. I just arrived back from breakfast and purchasing the boys dinner fixings. I do not indulge in much alcohol- the occasional glass of wine (I am Italian after all) with dinner, and I am definitely not a daydrinker, but as I was journeying through the aisles a colorful bottle of infused liquor captured my attention and compelled me to bring it home.

So the Kitten is going to indulge in a lunchtime cocktail of fruity spirit fueled goodness, splurge on a film, and try to allow her soul to wander aimlessly.

The housework will still be there tomorrow.