I miss the "alone time" I had when both The Mister and The Boy were off during their daily adventures.
I've slacked off on domestic duties. I haven't baked in weeks. I rarely cook; The Mister has been manning the pots and pans far more than I have. I fear I may have to give up my 'June Freaking Cleaver' moniker for 'June Freaking Lazy'.
Laundry languishes in the dryer until I want the next washed load to be dry.
I have perfected procrastination and laziness...yet I have no sense of accomplishment or pride.
I spend WAY too much time on Facebook. In addition to FarmTown, which I blogged about here, I am also playing Farmville and Island Paradise (which is really FarmTown, but with sand and surf).
I also find games to play on Facebook just to avoid doing anything of any value...including writing a daily blog posting. I've slacked off there, too.
I am loath to admit that I need a schedule (oh, that hurt to type that word) to function; without it, I am adrift in my sea of domestic irresponsibility. Now, getting The Boy out the door in the morning each school day is my only structured activity - the rest of the day resembles the weekend in its randomness.
Without the thrill of a deadline looming, even making dinner is a big, lousy chore.
Who'd have thought that I, the Queen of Procrastination, would have a hankering for a sense of timeliness, of time well spent, and a job well done?
I hope The Mister forgets to read this post - I'd hate to think of the "projects" he'd dream up for me to complete. Can we keep this "our" little secret?
Thanks. I'd appreciate that.