WHAT\'S THE POINT????

Sat. night, July 12th.:  Each day I get up wondering what the point is.  Most days, there is none.  No motivation.  At all.  Oh, there is work to be done at any given time.  But do I care about my dust rabbits?  Not so much.  One day I did get excited about spray painting my old metal lawn chairs.  How pathetic is that?!?!?  The light fixtures really need  cleaning...too much trouble...that requires a ladder and effort.  I do enjoy getting in the pool but I am finding that requires more effort than I am willing to exert these days. It is an above ground so I have to take the cover off, put the ladder in, etc.  I think I could just sleep forever.  Some people say, "You are just wasting your life."  I have two things to say to that. "And your point is????" & "I don't remember asking you for your opinion."  I do love it when I can be around Chris  and Adam.  But, of course, they are young and full of life and have their own things going on.  That is as it should be.  My husband....well...we don't really see eye to eye these days.  Yesterday he started switching up the plans on the vacation thing again.  I told him to just let me know when he has it all figured out.  He assured me he would let me know today.  So, I go run some errands just because I can't sit still another moment or I will go back to bed.  When I got home he and a friend were sitting in the back yard totally tanked.  I don't EVEN mean a little bit.  Now I drink, too.  I, however, don't do it to the point that all I can do is struggle to walk.  He doesn't really do this either.  So, I can forgive that.  Maybe he just needed to get completely sloshed.  But, once again, I am sitting around waiting to find out what, if any, plans for vacation I have.  I am just about ready to make my own and that will probably be laying in my bed for the next 2 weeks he is home.  Of course he would have many things to say to me about that.  He doesn't get it in the 1st place.  For me, well, I just fail to see the point of getting up just for the sake of getting up.  At least while I am asleep I might dream of Scott.  If I don't then I at least have a break from missing him so much.  Pity party going on here.....anyone care to join me?