Procrastinating

So, right now, Grant has a smelly diaper, and there are no diapers left in the house. Oh boy, just my luck!
I don't even want to deal with it, but I know if I don't he will end up painting it on every surface of the house, including me.
Just what I wanted, baby-made perfume.

Then there is the laundry sitting behind me on "the laundry chair." It is folded, I finally mustered up the energy, (or is it the annoyance level at not having clothes to wear), but now I don't want to put it away.

I do have a clean kitchen, but don't want to cook for like 3 days to keep it that way. Even though we have a fridge full of endless possibilities.

All I would like to do is nap or watch "Dragon Tales" with the kids or read, maybe even get some pants on (although that requires some work too).

Thankfully my husband "inspired" me to do a little housework yesterday. However, upon review I found that he did very little, and I did the majority. How does that happen? Even though I was screaming at him to not touch the clean dishes in the dishwasher, because that is his favorite cop-out for helping, and the easiest job in the house. I said, "Don't you touch those dishes, I will put them away, you start the dishes in the sink." Then realized he "helped" anyway, handing them to me, while I put them away, then loading a few dirty ones back in, then I did All the dishes in the sink by hand, wiped the counters, dried them, put those away, then made dinner, then cleaned it up. Foiled again!

Then later that night, he separated out the clothes, and threw a load in. But guess who washes, dries, folds and puts them away (maybe)? Yours truly.

Maybe he will read this and think, "I'll show her!" One can only hope!

So, here I am procrastinating again...