So all we could do was sit sit sit sit, and we did not like it, not one little bit.

So all we could do was sit sit sit sit, and we did not like it, not one little bit. January 12, 2010

As you may know, we have unable to drive because of immigration difficulties.

We have also been detoxing from a long insanely busy time of Holiday work in ministry.

Add to that the everyone got sick right around New Years.

All of this means not getting out of the house in a long long time.

Yesterday I realized I hadn’t been anywhere but church since Christmas (a kind parishioner picked us up so we didn’t have to walk). We got our paperwork troubles resolved this week, and got our ability to drive back after only 2 weeks without a car! But that didn’t up my chances of going out.

This last Sunday the girls were still sick, and without my hubby church can’t happen, so guess who had to stay at home.

Actually if I think about it I hadn’t even stepped out of the door of the house for over a week.

How is that even possible?

I mean it’s not like I am usually going out that much. Even if hubby walked to work and let me have the car for the day, I’m not really brave enough to take all 3 babies out without help yet.

I am definitely an introvert, so I don’t usually mind being home bound. For the most part I am happy going to church on Sunday, women’s bible study in the middle of the week, and maybe out for groceries on hubby’s day off. That’s it. I never really go somewhere alone (it seems to just highlight the loneliness of living up here) and I don’t really have friends to hang out with. I’d rather be with my husband if he is off work, not leave him to babysit the kids and run off by myself.

After being stuck at home that long with out distractions you’d think that I would have gotten a lot done right? Organized all those boxes in the basement, cleaned out that pile of stuff I keep hiding in the corner of my room, folded all the laundry, maybe even put away the Christmas decorations. But no, if I’ve managed to get anything done, it was my bare basics of survival.

I was just tired of doing anything. The days seemed really long when nobody returned my emails, and I kept getting busy signals when I tried to call family members. The days just get longer sometimes when I’m talking only with small children, and my very tired hubby whenever he gets home.

I just got less and less motivated to do anything. I would find myself poking around the computer again. Wondering if I really need to wipe the counters? “Maybe I’ll just sweep them off onto the floor for when I sweep later. *Sigh * Do I really do anything worthwhile? Maybe I should just lock myself in my room and see how long it takes for anyone to notice I’m gone. Um yeah, that wouldn’t work, since I would have to lock all my kids in with me to keep them from destroying the house or using half the bottle of hand soap to “wash their hands” or eating anything they can find on the counters or in the cabinets. I bet the kids are just as bored as me, otherwise why would they be so entertained by pooping for what seems like the fourteenth time today?”

I feel like that line from “The Cat in the Hat”.

“To wet to go out,

to cold to play ball.
So we sat in the house,
We did nothing at all.”

* Yesterday night we bundled the sick kids into the car and went to the store to stock up on oranges and grapefruit. I was curiously refreshed by the sight of other parents staggering around the store staring (at other people putting mundane items into their grocery carts) as if they had never seen another human before. And at least I have something to snack on while stuck in the house.

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