Saturday afternoon...

It's Saturday afternoon and I should be enjoying my free time but instead am fretful.  Here's my list of minor annoyances that are such 1st world problems I really should just slap myself

1. There's a gorgeous view out the window, but I can't see it because I have to pull the curtain across to keep the sun out of my eyes.
2. I want to go to the store to buy cheap blankets to make these stuffed animal holders but Sandis won't go out of the house until her preferred pants are dry.
3. I will have to pry the children away from their endless games of frizzle frazz (don't ask me, it is kind of like Mario only with a bouncing/swimming ball and pointy fishes/devils) to get them to leave the house.
4. If I pry the children off the computers and try to leave, Stella will insist that she is STARVING even though she has denied hunger numerous times this afternoon.
5. And food.  I realize that I am unable to make myself food.  The motivation just isn't there.  I'd rather eat pretzels and bananas w/peanut butter than make myself something.  I routinely will eat rice w/vegetables and a sprinkle of cheese so I don't have to think of anything to make.  I don't know why.  It's not that I'm doing something so important I can't get away.  Or that I don't love a great salad.  Or that I can't cook - I like to find a recipe and make it.  I'm just so unmotivated in the thrice daily food procurement.  Thank <insert deity here> that Brian is the main cook around here.
6. I have a headache again today for like the third day in a row.  I never get headaches.  I'm guessing it has to do with the head cold that is at the edge of coming on but I keep insisting is just allergies (which it really could be, I swear!)
7. I should do some cleaning/organizing project, or at least put away laundry, but meh.

And with that, I am remembering I haven't taken my meds today.  That could be part of my problem right there.  Another part is that I wait for the weekends like some sort of mecca from the week's daily grind and they never live up to the hype.  There's no wonderful family project or all day togetherness.  No reading the day away guilt free.  No getaways.  Not that we don't get some of that some of the time, but in reality, weekends are simply a weekday with 4 of us here instead of 3.  I want the fairytale and I get, well, I get real life.

Get over it, girl, and go take your meds!