Procrastination .or. My House is a F*&%ing Mess

The (not so) Little Dude is asleep.

There are groceries to put away, dishes to wash, a bag to unpack from a trip we returned from a *week* ago, plus a bag to unpack from yesterday's day trip.
I need a shower, my teeth haven't been brushed yet today...in fact I'm still in my pajamas.
Coyote Cat's litter box needs emptying.

But, am I handling any of that with this 1-2 hour reprieve?  Nope.  Here I am, checking Facebook, writing in my blog, maybe going to sneak an episode of TV on Netflix (I'm too embarrassed to even tell you the show).

Take heart, friend.  Whoever you are, however messy your house (or life) seems, I'm right there with you...

Give yourself a break.  Take a walk.  Make a craft with your kiddo.  Nap.  Or read.  Sip hot cocoa.

The dishes will still be there tomorrow.

Why, yes, this is my lovely sink...

...But Who Has the Time?

The thing is, though:  I have had the time.
It's just that I've spent the last few weeks lost in 'LOST'.
Again.

After I finished the first season, I vowed I would not start the second season.
But then I did.
And then I couldn't stop.
And every time Trent would take a nap, I would creep off to get my 'LOST' fix...

And, so, here I am, making a public vow:  I will not begin season three...until at least July.
I should be able to go three weeks without a single episode.
If not, then G-d help me, I'm worse off than I thought.

So long Jack, so long Kate, So long Hurley & Sawyer & Sayid.  You have been my loyal companions in oblivion & I will miss you.

In the mean time:  I will knit, I will read, I will write, I will respond to your calls & emails, I will watch my strawberries ripen.  Perhaps I will even do some yoga.

Sigh...

The Sheets Needed to be Changed Anyway

Thank you, Trent, for pooping on the bed, and thereby ending my weeks-long mantra of 'I'll change the sheets tomorrow'...