The battle.

I just want to go back to sleep.
I stayed up too late the night before last and it made yesterday a hazy, headachey fog of a day.
It also led to a pretty wretched fight (or more like me crying for a good 3 hours) with Seth and I. We haven't had a knock down drag out like that in more than six months, and let me tell you, it was not good timing since I am recovering from a cold and had to stop between each shouted point to cough.
I know, I know, I thought as the anger and emotions boiled inside me-- I know this is because I got three hours of sleep. The dishes are not this important. Don't make jabs. Fight fair! You are using that voice and your face is smirking... Danger zone... Evacuate... Take cover!!!
Poor Seth.
I am such a drama queen some days. And after our waste of a night, I slept in until 11 this morning while he went to work at seven. It was a challenge to get out of bed, too. I am still lying on the couch while Ginny looks at me dismally and sighs. This is summer, she says. Your favorite months, remember? Do you hear the birds and the windy trees? Let's go burn our feet on the sidewalk and breathe in that smell of sprinklers in the sun. Your favorite smell.
And I roll over, burrow into the couch. I need silence. I need the cool, dark indoors. My eyes are still swollen from crying over the dishes, don't you know!?
Oh, I'd rather play inner tug of war, beat myself up because I haven't been outside yet today and that is such a waste of life, and then beat up the outdoorsy self because I don't actually believe all good living must be done outside. Tv and reading, laundry, dishes of course, and baths are life too. They are, right??
I think I'll go back to sleep.