Well, it is the day after Christmas and I found myself in my typical day-after-Christmas mode – which is somewhere between being in park and reverse. It was a sweatpants, shower optional day. A day where I thought wishfully about all the things that should be done while noting my complete lack of motivation to do any of them.
I know I should feel guilty for letting a day that had the potential to be so productive slip away from me, but frankly, guilt requires energy that I am not motivated enough to commit. I just wanted my shlumpadinka persona to be left alone today; and, indeed it was - I was almost utterly worthless. Not entirely utterly worthless mind you, I still fed the child and did some laundry; but as far as what I should have been doing – yeah, that was pretty much an epic fail.
The online Merriam-Webster dictionary defines a shlumpadinka as “a woman who dresses like she has completely given up on herself and it shows .” I bet you thought I made that word up…oh no, not me. Oprah made it up. You have to be pretty influential to be able to create new words – and motivated. I am neither. But, I have to admit – Oprah nailed it. The word does produce the right mental impression.
Tomorrow is not the day-after-Christmas. Unfortunately, that means I will have to unglue my lazy cheeks from the couch and find my way back to the world of the living…and showering…and looking human. Goodbye day-after-Christmas shlumpadinka persona – I will see you again next year – same day, same sweatpants, same couch.
Day one thousand two hundred and sixty-eight of the new forty – obla di obla da