So instead of folding and putting away laundry... I made a blog. I thank my friend Kate for contributing to my procrastination and also for naming this blog. The title was born out of a day where I set out with big plans to tackle the pile of laundry that has taken over the master bedroom and maybe turn the place into...i don't know... a domestic dwelling that looks like adults in their 30's live here and not lazy college students.
But then... facebook happened. And Amazon. And Netflix downstairs- which totally could have been done upstairs but WHO WANTS TO LOOK AT THAT LAUNDRY?! I'll tell you who. The cats. They love the shit. So its now 7pm and I have a pile of clothes on the bed that are probably covered in cat hair now and I have about as much motivation to fold them as I do to strap on some running shoes and go to the gym.
But I'm pregnant now, and about to become the "haus frau" around here. I am not doing well with the first few tasks assigned to me and I can't even blame it on drinking too much wine. Hmm. I guess I can blame the kid for making me sooooo tired that I can't possibly do housework? Does that work for anyone? No?
Shit.
Ok, if you need me I'll be folding some clothes laced with cat hair.
