Yep, I’m Still in PJs…

In the words of the indelible Brittany Spears:

Oops I did it again / I played with your heart / Got lost in the game

By which I of course mean:

Oops I did it again / I went a whole week / With nothing to say

(We’ll ignore the fact that actually, it’s been longer than a week and that “again” and “say” don’t actually rhyme.)

oops-i-did-it-againThis is because renovating a house, teaching two college course and six tap classes each week is kind of difficult. Especially when you’re also writing a novel, doing freelance magazine work and essentially cohabitating with a rather sexy man for the first time in your life.  (More on that later.)

I keep thinking I need to go to the doctor, to ask “Why-oh-why am I so tired ALL OF THE TIME???”

But then I imagine said doctor just will respond, “Well, do you get eight hours of sleep? Do you exercise regularly? Do you take vitamin supplements?” and once I’ve answered “No” to all of these questions (and forked over a hefty sum for the privilege of doing so) I’ll leave the office feeling like a loser, just like I do when I go for a haircut or a dental check up.

(Is it just me or are those, “You really should have come sooner” lectures really irritating? It’s like, okay, I get it, but I’m here now. Can we just forget it, ignore my six inches of split ends/seventeen cavities and move on???)

At any rate, one of the gazillion institutions at which I teach is on spring break this week. This doesn’t mean I get a week off (God forbid any of my spring breaks overlap) but it does mean that I get one single, solitary day off. And I am pleased to announce that I’ve managed to keep my workaholic tendencies in check long enough to find myself typing all of this from the comfort of my bedroom, wearing the robe PIC got me for Christmas and drinking a huge mug of chai tea.

(I’ve just discovered that Trader Joe’s carries Manuka honey. If I default on my mortgage and find myself destitute and living in a cardboard box on the side of the road, it will be the fault of Trader Joe’s.)

Anyway, that’s about it for today. I just wanted to say “Hi” really, and Happy Monday.

14 Responses to “Yep, I’m Still in PJs…”

  1. Lunar

    Might have taken a “sick” day last week for similar reasons. There’s no shame in enjoying a day off!

    Reply
    • Kat Richter

      Yes, I wish “sick days” existed in my line of work 😦 But good for you, everybody needs a day once in a while!

      Reply
  2. Wilma

    I’m glad I’m not the only one who ends up at those lecture appointments. A few years ago, after my doctor asked the above questions, she said, “your problem is that your adrenals are in overload. You’re basically in fight or flight mode all the time.” Then she promptly suggested I get a wife. She was a lesbian.

    I must examine this tendency I have towards choosing medical professionals who make relationship suggestions during my appointments…first, the Jewish therapist who wants me to start dating and meet a Jewish doctor, then, the lesbian naturopath who wants me to find a wife.

    (Sigh) Stay in your PJs all day if you can!

    Reply
    • Kat Richter

      Haha! Your stories definitely take the cake! I find that hairstylists are the worst but probably just because I hardly ever go to the doctor.

      Also, it is now 2:00 and I just finished eating a plate of nachos and watching West Wing. Still in pjs 🙂

      Reply
  3. Chicago-Style Girl

    We have the same I-intended-to-blog-I-swear-I-did problem, lol. As usual, I’m playing catch up several posts behind on reading. Even further on posting…

    Reply
    • Kat Richter

      Hahahah! I know, I am so bad. I keep telling myself its ok because I’m renovating my house but I still feel guilty. And don’t even get me started on reading other people’s blogs 😦

      Reply

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