In case you were wondering, it’s 1:30.
I detest 1:30. Post meridiem, that is – I have no problem with the one I sleep through.
Quite simply, half-past one is evil. It’s the time when my mind, body, and spirit all simultaneously implode from boredom. At that point, all the morning chores are finished, the baby has napped, we’ve both had lunch and played with every single toy in the house – and nothing else remains to do but sit and twiddle our thumbs. They say you don’t know what you have until it’s gone, and I now realize I was entirely spoiled in Provo. If I wanted human interaction with people I know and like, I needed only to stroll five minutes to the park, or to my sister’s, or to drop in on the lovelies at the BYU PD.
You would laugh at the “errands” I send myself on just to avoid this foul hour and the soul-crushing weight of its nothingness (e.g., driving to Costo just to make sure that yes, in fact, they do still give out free samples there). But, on the days (like today) I don’t make it out the door in time, I usually end up flat on my back on the kitchen floor, staring sightlessly at the ceiling while my brain leaks out my ears. It’s awful.
Other things that contribute to La Blahs:
- Missing a much-needed update to one of my prescriptions = feeling flat and drowsy as a sloth in a magic poppy field
- Guilt whenever I spend too much time reading or playing iPhone games while Chip is awake
- Most fun activities take money and gas

I’m sure things will get better once I actually make friends here. The problem is lack of opportunity. I’ve introduced myself to several people in the neighborhood and ward, but they each seem pretty settled into their own niches. WHEN I catch them, that is. The full-time salarymen are gone all day, and if they leave families at home, I certainly need proof. I’ve seen neither hide nor hair.
Okay, that is enough whining for today. I will spend the remainder of this naptime doing something more constructive. Maybe.
Currently listening to: You Found Me by The Fray











