Yes, I have issues. I suppose we all do, right? I mean everyone has to have an issue with something!
Right?
(Come on, people! Agree with me! I'm feelin' all alone here!) ;)
Today's issue (for me) has a somewhat loooooong name. But at least it isn't Latin and it is pronouncable. It's called:
I-WANNA-GET-OUT-OF-THE-HOUSE-BECAUSE-I-KNOW-I-CAN'T Syndrome.
What's up with that?
It seems that any time I know I absolutely can't leave the house for some reason, that's the time I most want to run into town for something. It isn't like I don't have plenty here to keep me busy. I just want OUT.
I NEED out.
And yet, I can't GO OUT.
Tucker is still home from school with this dreadful ear infection so we're stuck here at the house until he's better. I mean, if he can't go to school, he has no business out running around. The Mommy in me knows this.
But the Kelli in me is screaming for a breather!
I know that all of the days we've spent snowed-in this winter play a huge part in this. But still.
I haven't left the house since taking him to the doctor on Tuesday, and that doesn't really count. After all, there isn't any fun in sitting in a doctor's office.
And what exactly do I consider fun? If I could leave the house right this very minute, what would I do? (I heard these questions running through your mind.)
I'd pay a visit to Walmart (which is the only place open this early....I live in a very rural area) and look around just to kill some time. Then I'd hit the Dollar Tree to see what's new. I'd drive through Arby's to get an extra-large diet Dr. Pepper (they're the only place in town that has it!) and then maybe I'd run out to Cedar Lakes to take a nice, leisurely stroll around the park.
Doesn't that sound great? Heavenly, even?
Don't answer that.
No, really...no reply necessary. I know I'm boring.
And it doesn't even matter because it probably wouldn't happen anyway.
You see, I know me. If Tucker had gone to school this morning, I would still probably be right here, in this house, doing pretty much exactly what I'm doing right now. I'd do a load or two of laundry. Run the dishwasher. Straighten up the house a little. Dust and vacuum. Plan dinner. Bake something.
It's simply knowing that I CAN'T leave the house that makes me want to all that much more.
Childish, I know.
So how about you? What is it that you want more than anything when you know it's not in the cards for you?
