Lazy
Today I had an unexpected break from the insanity of my daily life in the form of a vomiting almost-five-year-old. Which, I suppose, is not really a “break” per se, it just means that I didn’t have to spend my day puzzling through PHP scripts and feeling inadequate.
Given this unexpected non-work day I really felt that I should get some things done. Maybe do some work-related studying that I never find time for in the evenings, maybe clean my house that is by far the messiest it’s ever been, perhaps in the entire history of its existence, maybe pack and start copying DVDs onto my iPod and starting digging around for summer clothes in preparation for our trip to Hawaii that commences on Sunday, maybe make a batch of belated Sunday soup so that I don’t need to buy lunch at least for Thursday and Friday, maybe bake some cookies since I’ve been craving them for days, maybe pay bills and file an amended tax return since I wrote down my childcare provider’s social security number as 123-45-6789 when I couldn’t find the letter she gave me and forgot to change it when I actually filed, maybe respond to an email or three that have been sitting around for an embarrassingly long time, maybe actually write down one of the legion of blog entries that are rolling around in my head that I never have time to post anymore.
But no, instead of any of that, I did absolutely nothing. I started reading a book that has nothing to do with anything and is only going to make me feel more stressed about the fact that I never have time to do anything anymore, I browsed websites looking for a chair to match the sleeper sofa I was thinking of buying with my tax refund money, a sofa that will allow me to much more comfortably participate in certain extracurricular activities than is currently allowed by my household comprised of one narrow, narrow sofa and one toddler-occupied queen size bed, and then I stared into space for a long time.
I do not feel very pleased with myself.