Zaruma is in a fug because the turkeys keep bullying him. Some evenings I have to actually pick him up and put him in the yard for the night. One of his feet is a little damaged from the latest battle with Baby Turkey so I contemplated bringing him into the back veranda to convalesce with Doc (who has kind of rallied – vet tomorrow, Husband and you guys suggest) until Son gave me ‘the look’. ‘The look’ is an expression of incredulity and shock and it is very effective. Needless to say, Doc is in the back verandah and Zaruma is out in the yard, but Son has put the turkeys in with Daffy and Dotty, the Indian Runner ducks, in the adjacent yard. It’s not as complicated as it sounds.
The definition of being ‘in a fug’ is when:
1. you don’t collect the mail from the post office for a week and then you leave it in the car for another week and then you bring it into the house and put it aside unopened for another week because it looks a bit billy
2. the tiniest of tasks seems insurmountable so that it seems a long way down to your feet to put your socks on
3. your mind does 50 laps while your body just hangs around drinking banana milkshakes
4. tomorrow becomes your favourite word
5. you forget to buy your grade 2 kid the left-handed scissors he needs for art class
The first time I was hit badly by fugdom was due to the last thing on the above list. My failure to remember the scissors for the third week in a row compelled Son’s teacher to ask me rather pleadingly to provide them and, mortified, I raced into town and bought the scissors and returned to the school and gave them to the teacher with my face squashed into a pretend smile. Then, driving home, I sobbed so hard about those scissors that I could hardly breathe.
The fugdom is back with a vengeance and there are many logical reasons for this, like anxiety about Husband, about Doc and Zaruma, about Son, who seems to have absorbed some of the fug, but there is also something illogical about it because of the hugely joyful balloon at the bottom of my stomach, waiting patiently.
So tomorrow – yes, tomorrow, Friday – I am going to take all of the mail into the nursing lodge and deal with it in the company of Husband’s moral support and I will not write another post until it is done – that’s my Friday challenge – hehe!
And hopefully, tomorrow, Zaruma will be back to normal!
jmgoyder 
I’ve never heard of a “fug”. But, after I read the description, I recognized the symptoms of what we call a funk. Been there, done that, as they say. As a matter of fact, I’ve so almost exactly been there that I couldn’t help laughing. You know – the laugh of relief that says, “This is just part of the human condition, and not my own, particular affliction!”
Good to hear about Doc, too!
Fug and funk are very close to that other word – oh dear – thank you so much for this comment!
My second child is due on less than 2 weeks trust me I know fugdom !!!
Wow – how fugging exciting – onya Bec!
The post, advice for all fugdomers, toss them in the air, those that stand on their edge open, the rest discard.
Okay – I think!
I love that you have coined terms for this. I feel this has been my life the last year and a half. I can so relate to crying over a pair of scissors. I have always termed it as mother’s guilt but I like your term better. Just remember this too shall pass and I believe the fact that we go through this is indicative of our good mothering … Or at least that’s what I tell myself. LOL!
What a lovely commment – thank you so much, Fiz!
You’re welcome … 😀
We’ve all been there. xx
Sometimes I look at your header photo to conjure up a smile like yours – I love it!
Flatterer! But if it helps, I’m sincerely glad 🙂
I meant it with sincerity – yours was one of the first blogs I ever saw – it was an awakening. Okay, enough of that sentimental slop – where’s your next joke?
In the queue, waiting for it to turn four a.m.
Is that when you get up? It is nearly 9.30pm here.
Shouldn’t you be in bed?
Ok – I will leave you alone now – sorry!
loved seeing your sense of humor shine through the fugdom! I now realize I didn’t write the check for my son’s school lunch this morning. I’m off to the school now with it in hand. Thanks for the reminder. 🙂
I feel good knowing you have, by now, paid for your son’s lunch, thanks to me – hehe!
Thanks Julie. Yes, when we heard we were losing our jobs I described it like my motions were slow, as if I were walking under water. and I have not kept up with commenting on your blogs, but still reading and enjoying them.Baring your soul does make some people uncomfortable but helps so many more because you are so truthful with your feelings and it helps others to know that they are not alone. plus I believe that the good that you put out to others comes back to you. 🙂
Thanks so much Jane!!!
Jane I agree with you!
I have a card standing up by my computer to keep me from backsliding. It says, “Just do it!”
Best advice ever!
Yes – I get it. Fugdom condition here as well….many reasons ~ hoping we can both overcome soon. Good luck with Friday challenge and let me know how it goes xo
Thinking of you Robyn – not a lot of use but you know I am.
means a lot! you too….
Can fugdom be genetic? I’m pretty sure my family has had it for generations! 🙂
Ha!
I learned a new word. Hope the fugdom clears soon.
i am starting to think of these animals as my good friends. is this good or bad?? lol
I think that is lovely!
“Fugdom” — great word! At times it feels like a chronic condition.
I know!
Loving Fug….I recently read a faery story where the naughty little fairy princess swears by saying ffff fungus…lol
Love this!
Good luck!
It worked!
Poor Zaruma. And I know you don’t want pity, but you have my empathy. Fugdom and I are well-acquainted, unfortunately.
Ah – you understand!
Certainly know that feeling – it’s what had me avoiding cleaning out the cupboard under the stairs but now it’s done – woohoo! On another topic altogether, tell Son that the latest winner of the LPGA tournament, Stacey Lewis, had scoliosis surgery when she was 18 – and is now a golf champion 😀
http://www.srs.org/stacy_lewis/about.php
How wonderful – I will tell Son! Thank you so much!
Fugdom seems contagious among all species and not just on Friday.
Bella and DiDi
True!