I got done with my finals, and my mind was still on GO. Even though I didn’t do the writing competition, I cleaned out the basement and my wardrobe. I think I mentioned I even started jogging again. I was all revved up for about a week.
Then yesterday, I put the baby down for his nap, and suddenly, I just felt this exhaustion like I have never felt before. It wasn’t just physical. I felt about 1,000 years old. I just couldn’t do anything more. We are going on vacation tomorrow, and I need to pack, register for classes and find a loan before we take off. But instead, I wandered off today to get my nails done, and watched about 2 years worth of Weeds. Jen is at a family weeding. I am not getting any mothering awards today because I put in Finding Nemo and ordered a pizza to keep Lil’ Guy pacified.
I was wondering if this had anything to do with my dad dying last summer. He died about four weeks before law school started so I didn’t really get much time to think about everything. My dad was an alcoholic – and not the fun kind. My feelings about him are a little complicated. Though, that doesn’t mean that I get to escape the grief process.
Anyway, I am going with the family to P-town for a week. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t approve of while I am gone. (Like voting for Republicans or buying counterfeit designer goods.)