What in the Hell is Wrong With Me?

It has been 7, count 'em, 7 "workdays" that I have now been a SAHM. I think I am freaking out. Maybe? I don't know. I know that I am not myself. The first couple of days at home- last Mon, Tue, and Wed- I can tell you that I felt sneaky. Sneaky like I wasn't sick, but had called into work anyway. I should have been at work, but I wasn't. In reality, I was not at work becasue I no longer am employed outside of the home. I REFUSE to say that I do not work. That would be a lie.
By Wednesday afternoon, I took my daughter to the library. While she hunted for books on the computer on Ancient Egypt and such, I wandered through the stacks searching for "how to be a stay-at-home-mom" books. I don't know what I was thinking. I also found a great cookbook, so I could try some new recipies for my family. This should have been my first sign that I was losing it...ya think?
Yesterday and today, I feel just simply disgusted, isolated, and unappreciated. My husband has been working late, so I haven't gotten to see him, really, just do stuff for him. But, yesterday morning my back was out. I spent the morning with a stick of icy-hot and a heating pad. I slept it off. Until 1:00! I did the same thing today. Anyone who knows me knows that I am most often found at 6am, dancing around my kitchen nude with a Coke in my hand.
Yesterday was "laundry day", and the ginormous piles I sorted- how did we get so much in one week- it's more than the norm- seemed to leave me unsatisfied. I still have a ton to do, and have yet to even look at it today. I surfed the net for over an hour this morning. Not like me. Oh- and the best part- while going over some dishes, I burst into tears and wept like someone died for a good five minutes, waxing over my unappreciated existance at 6:50 this morning. Why? My daughter had tossed her straw into the sink along with her dirty dishes last night. A reasonable response, no?
Now, both yesterday and today I felt much better once I drank a Red Bull. Now, I am not so gloomy, but still not as motivated as I should be. Laundry, dishes, and masturbation just aren't satisfying my soul. Why is this a fucking surprise to me????
One interesting thing in my SAHM book was a chapter discussing what to say when someone asks what I do (as in work outside the home). I agreed with the book, I will not say I do not work. Ummm, I work, I can tell you that- well, except for yesterday, but it's still early enough to save today! Anyway, Roseanne Barr used the term "Domestic Goddess". I was thinking of something more like "Domesticated Sex Goddess". I thought about "Hummer Dispenser", but that really doesn't grasp all that I do in a day, now does it?
Sure, I often miss my old life. It was easier and self-centered. I just had to worry about my daughter and myself- and always in that order. But, my free time- fuck, I used to have free time!- was spent with disposable men, martinis, dancing, and outrageous laughter. If that was too dull, I could curl up with my roommates and spend hours talking about nothing. I have carefully considered the thought that I wish for that life again. No. Really. I want to be where I am, I just need to figure out how to do it "amy-style". I am waiting to just completely lose it and find myself naked, martini in hand, vacuming the dining room. Adjustment blows.