My husband hovers over me, smelling fresh from a shower, clean shaven save for a small patch of chin scruff ala Gerard Butler. It is 4:30 AM and he has been awake for days, house clean, coffee brewed, world peace solved.
"Not feeling motivated, huh?" He asks smiling.
He is a handsome man, and to me he is the kind of disarmingly handsome that can stop you dead in your tracks. The first time I saw him this was a good thing, today....it is just obnoxious.
No, Captain America, I'm not.
On my to-do list for the day is a 3 mile run, a parent teacher conference, grades that are due by 3PM and a program budget that was due last week. I have to finish a video project for a co-worker, I am four days behind on the word count for the novel project I recently undertook and I can not find my dresser under the mountain of clothing that is piled there.
On the success side, I currently know the whereabouts of one of the two family pets, I know for sure everyone was offered a healthy dinner last night and I am almost positive that all three kids are clean as I was the one to bathe two of them.
This lack of motivation has been brewing for days and I'm not quite sure of the cure.
In recent days I have not been a blogger, a novelist, a runner. I've been phoning it in as a teacher and have been a "no call-no show" housekeeper.
But in space between I have been reading with my children and getting extra snuggles. I have been talking about where we would sail on a ship and explaining why you shouldn't pinch, even if someone calls you a cow. I have been counseling with my love about new job opportunities and our inability to follow any semblance of a weight loss regimen. I have been a mother and a wife.
I'll get my motivation back eventually, but in the meantime I'm going to leave my laptop safely in it's case and read "If You Give a Mouse a Cookie" one - more - time.