What To Do, What To Do...

*sigh*
Is it just me, or does anyone else experience a huge letdown after returning from a fun trip? Don't get me wrong, I love my life here in Hometown, Texas and wouldn't trade it for the big city for all the taxis in Manhattan. Its just that returning home for me brings on this anxious feeling of returning to normalcy. (Ha! I can't believe I said my life is normal) Its very difficult to explain, so maybe I won't even try. But here's how its playing out this morning.
I need to do laundry and clean the house. My precious mother-in-law washed the girls clothes and Big Joel had his done at the chinese laundry next door to our apartment in New York, so really, its only my clothes. Yet I'm unmotivated. I straightened the house before I left, but it is by no stretch of the imagination clean. We're talking dusting, scrubbing bathrooms and wiping down baseboards. These tasks are high on the guilt meter, but registering a big fat negative on the motivation meter.
I got so many cute ideas for things to do/make while I was in New York. Yet, I can't decide which one to experiment with first.
I have LOTS to blog about, but I'm still trying to organize my thoughts; so I'm not sure where to begin with that. I want them to be clever and well-written, but I may have to give up and just dish them up before my feeble mind starts to fade.
I'm trying to catch up with all my blog-o-sphere friends, so I'm reading and commenting on several days worth of bloggy goodness. But I started reading a new book and its so hard to put down.
There's so much more contributing to my mood. I think, perhaps, a nap will refresh me. Yes, after a nap I'm sure all will be right with the world and my thoughts/plan of action will be crystal clear. At least, that's what I'm choosing to believe.
**deep sigh**