That's what it feels like this week has been. I am either going to someplace or coming home from someplace. I have neither a messy house, nor a clean house. I am not completely bored, but I am not very stimulated either. Today is the first day of this week that I don't have to go all the way into town to go to an appointment or run errands. I try to combine things in town when I can to avoid extra gas consumption - it's $3.95 here. But it made for some busy days.
My laundry is not overflowing, but I am not completely caught up with putting it away. My garden has some flowers and few weeds, but it is not the beautiful, and full, garden I would love. I haven't resorted to eating out this week, but what I have cooked is things like corndogs or cheap pizza or whatever Mark pulls out of the cupboards. No culinary heights for me.
My children have had some fun, played with a friend, gone to the park. But I have not made crafts with them or taken them to the zoo or taken them out to buy their own flowers for the garden to care for.
I am someplace between here and there.