Procrastination

I have a million things to do this weekend. Things that I haven't gotten done for school this past week that have piled up. Dishes in the sink that have also piled up because it's a lot to cook and clean and fill and empty for 6 people everyday. Cleaning chores that need to be done around the house, a stack of paperwork that needs to turn into a tax return, a clothing return that needs to be made, picking up that needs to be done all over this house. The list goes on and on and seems endless from my perch on the couch on this Friday evening. I have zero desire to do any of it.

So, in the way of all good procrastinators, or end-of-the-week tired teacher moms, I sat down and didn't start the first item on the list. I recognize that was my fatal mistake. However, it's not really my fault that the doggos are curled up around me. It's not my fault the tv is showing entertaining reruns of Family Ties. It's not my fault that I am cozy under this fuzzy blanket - it was a Christmas gift after all and must be used.

I guess I just have to stay here and cuddle fuzzballs from my warm cocoon. Bummer. I guess I'll just have to wait until tomorrow to begin tackling that list. It's just too bad it's out of my control.