[Side note: if you're interested in seeing a person down an entire can of Vienna sausages in 6 seconds flat, my house is in fact the place to come. That rumor is true.]
I could probably come up with a pretty good excuse for the way it looks -- we were away from the house all weekend so I didn't have time to clean; I have a two year old who destroys the entire house 2.4 seconds after I finish cleaning; I was going to fold laundry but accidentally dished up a bowl of ice cream and watched The Bachelor Pad instead.
You know, the type of excuse everyone could use but instead... they just clean their house.
It's so bad right now that Adam came out of the bedroom earlier tonight and asked, totally disgusted, "Have you seen how dirty our bedroom is?"
"Not recently," I told him. "I'm purposely avoiding it. As long as nothing has sprouted legs and is currently walking around on our bed, there's nothing new to see."
|This is exactly how I feel today|
Like now, for example. Morgan is in bed, Adam is at work and I have some time that could easily be occupied with housework but instead, I think I'll curl up in bed with a good book. And do you know what? I probably won't even put the book away when I'm finished.
Tomorrow is another day and maybe, just maybe, I'll wake up with a little more ambition.