It Really Could Be Much Worse
I need to clean my house.
I really do.
I somehow though keep kissing my dying pup, going on walks with my husband, and spending time with my kids homework and swimming.
I feel my priorities are in order.
Then I look around and get depressed with the piles of laundry and motes of dog hair everywhere.
Sigh. It could be much, much worse. (Seriously, that link has to be the scariest thing I have ever, ever seen.)
Even so I trudge to do some laundry because dinner attire with husband's business associates might require more than yoga pants and bunny slippers. You think??
4 Witty Comments For Me:
I always need to clean the house, I am trying to get better but sometimes you just don't feel like it and then it all goes to hell so quickly.
Sorry to hear about your fatty liver disease. I hope you see improvements quick with your new lifestyle plans. More long hikes will be in order, I suppose? And less bacon ice cream, less spam. :D
Amelia
My house is the same way. I just got back from a week-long roadtrip and am doing whatever I can to avoid cleaning my house.
Well my hubby is coming back into town today and when he phoned to give me a 3 hour heads up I thought I should clean up the kitchen seeing as we will be going out to dinner. But I didn't. I thought I should put away that load of laundry. But I didn't. No. I came over to the computer and snooped around other blogs. I posted my post for tomorrow. I checked out Twitter and FB. Ya. I really should clean up the kitchen.
Oh by the way don't even talk to me about the dog hair.
I've started watching Hoarders on A&E to make myself feel better. I recommend it.
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