A blue fog. I am just not motivated to do much of anything. Everyone has been fed, and their needs taken care of but I just can not do much else.
Growing up, we would go to my grandparents for the weekend. We would leave on Friday after school and not come back until after 60 minutes on Sunday night. Grandmother had a huge house (7 bedrooms) and a huge yard (half a city block). She was a great cook and loved having us there.
She lived in a small town where we could walk to the corner store, downtown to the Ben Franklin, or play at the city park. My father would read the newspaper, play golf, and play with us. My mother would visit with her mom, shop downtown, visit friends, help in the kitchen and rest. Two of my grandmother's sisters also lived in town and we would spend time at their houses.
Now that I have three children and a house to run, I am pretty sure Mother enjoyed that time as an escape from home. I have nowhere to escape and I think I need one. Don't get me wrong. My father comes over almost every weekend and he is a great help and he is wonderful company and I would not trade him for all the tea in China. But we are still here and my house still looks like Playmobile and CompUSA took it over and I am still responsible for 8 meals over the course of the weekend and three smallish boys. Anyone want to share your grandmother for the weekend?