Escape!

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This morning I fell asleep in my cereal.

Yes, it's true. I was sitting at the kitchen table, reading a book and eating my Special K, and the next thing I knew, I was waking up with my head in the bowl and milk spilling into my lap.

Classy, no?

So after I dried myself off, cleaned the table, mopped the floor, and made myself something a little less messy to eat (toast--no jam), I realized two things: I'm tired (obviously), and I'm overwhelmed.

More and more I'm discovering that there are too few hours in the day. My house looks like a hurricane tore through it. Our most-used room is the kitchen, and sometimes it seems almost as bad as this by the end of the day:

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Yikes!

And it's not just the kitchen. Many of the other rooms are the same, and no matter what I do, I just can't seem to keep up. Most days I feel like I'm spinning my wheels as I do certain tasks over and over again--dishes, laundry, meal prep--and never seem to find the time for the other things that need to be done, like dusting and vacuuming and cleaning up the piles of random stuff that just seem to accumulate overnight.

By the way, I blame this guy for the towering piles:

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Sure, he looks innocent and all (easy to do when you don't have a face, I suppose), but he's really the biggest pack rat around--although he must be collecting stuff by using magic because I just noticed he has no arms. Whatever. He's the culprit. Definitely.

Peace!
Photo by Fran Hogan,
Courtesy of Public Domain Pictures

Anyway, I've decided that what I really need is a vacation--and not just any vacation. I want to spend a day or two on a desert island. I want to be completely alone--no messes to clean up, no errands to run, no meals to cook. I'll pack a bag with some books (any recommendations?) and some of the goodies I keep hidden around the house, like the Nutella I mentioned here and a huge bag of chocolate. (I suppose I should also take something healthy, like an apple, but this is a vacation.) After I throw in a blanket, some sunglasses, plenty of stuff to drink, and the sunscreen, I think I'll have the perfect, rejuvenating escape.

And maybe when I return, that little armless gnome will have used his magic to clean up the house.

Yes--doubtful, but a girl can dream!



What would you take to your desert island getaway?