Yesterday I spent the entire afternoon picking up after the husband, the dog and the three cats, sorting my pile of vacation clothing that was just dumped out of my suitcase onto my dresser into two piles of clean and dirty clothes - the husband carts around a laundry bag in his suitcase of that sort of thing and I always forget, worried about the sick dog and rolled my eyes at the various interruptions from the husband via the phone.
Sadly, by the time I actually got a chance to sit down and work on writing, Captain called to warn me that he was coming home about half an hour earlier than expected and I had to get up to start dinner.
Today I woke up and thought, "I did everything yucky yesterday, right? Today I can bum around on the computer and write and look at internets and things."
Then I got out of bed.
I'd forgotten that the floor needs vacuumed, again, and the sofa is covered in baking soda, again, and the dishwasher needs emptying so I will have a clean pan to make dinner with, again, and the dog still hasn't had a bowel movement since Monday (which is the total opposite of Monday's potty issues, but not really an improvement) and it's hot and I was sweaty already and blah blah blah biscuit cakes.
Then I showered and ate some lunch and stood in the living room for ten minutes staring at the dog and the sofa and the floor and the dishwasher in the kitchen and screw it all... I'm going to play on the computer.
I cleaned the sofa last time, and swept the deck (Which was Captain's job) and I'm the one who spent all weekend washing the dog's rear every time he went outside. If Captain wants to sit on the sofa, he can vacuum the baking soda off first, dang it.
Sadly, by the time I actually got a chance to sit down and work on writing, Captain called to warn me that he was coming home about half an hour earlier than expected and I had to get up to start dinner.
Today I woke up and thought, "I did everything yucky yesterday, right? Today I can bum around on the computer and write and look at internets and things."
Then I got out of bed.
I'd forgotten that the floor needs vacuumed, again, and the sofa is covered in baking soda, again, and the dishwasher needs emptying so I will have a clean pan to make dinner with, again, and the dog still hasn't had a bowel movement since Monday (which is the total opposite of Monday's potty issues, but not really an improvement) and it's hot and I was sweaty already and blah blah blah biscuit cakes.
Then I showered and ate some lunch and stood in the living room for ten minutes staring at the dog and the sofa and the floor and the dishwasher in the kitchen and screw it all... I'm going to play on the computer.
I cleaned the sofa last time, and swept the deck (Which was Captain's job) and I'm the one who spent all weekend washing the dog's rear every time he went outside. If Captain wants to sit on the sofa, he can vacuum the baking soda off first, dang it.
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