Wild And Crazy Sheepie!

I headed out late this morning to go celebrate the joys of fatherhood with Daddy Sheep on this rainy Father's Day.  The "late" portion of the festivities was partially due to the pitter patter of the raindrops which are not exactly conducive to getting out of bed in the morning.  I was lulled.  Thoroughly lulled, I tellya.  But I was determined to be up an about at a reasonable hour.  

And I meant it.  Honest.

However, the fact that I was all tuckered out from the whole "going out on a Saturday night just like people" thing meant that I was quite the sleepy Sheepie and certainly not up and about at a reasonable hour.  I made it to lunch on time and bearing only slightly burnt bread for our repast, but I wasn't exactly completely awake.  I guess I'm not a 2-Event Weekend kind of gal.  It was a fine lunch, though, and worth the effort.  It probably would have been worth washing my hair, too.  But I didn't get that far.  Being on time for Mommy Sheep's feast was a little more important.  

Being a fragile flower who must have at least 10-12 hours of sleep per night, I didn't stay long.  My intentions upon leaving were to get home to do the stuff I didn't get done yesterday while I was dealing with all the nail polishing and shoe selecting that were required for me to make it to the Saturday event to which I'd committed myself.  In fact, I clearly stated that as the reason for needing to go home a bit earlier than I usually do after a visit with the parents.

And I meant it.  Honest.

Except that when I got home, it was still all rainy and dark.  And there was a couch sitting right there in the living room.  There was also a Big, Fluffy Kitty.  And a snuggly blankie.  I'm weak in the face of fluffy and snuggly things, I'm afraid.  What else could I do but nap?  I did, after all, go to two social events in as many days.  A nap was due.  So that's what I did.

Then I emptied the dishwasher like I said I was going to and wiped down the counters because there was some evidence of yesterday's baking left there.  I then put a great deal of thought into all the other things I should get done.  Great thought.  Deep, serious thought.  I may have even given some more thought towards making a list in order that I might better tackle all the things that needed doing.  With my nap behind me and the rest of a Sunday afternoon left with which to work, I firmly believed that I could do all sorts of housewifely tasks.

And I meant it.  Honest.

But there was this spinning wheel sitting in the middle of the living room and it prevented me from vacuuming.  There was really nothing I could do about that.  It was just sitting right there and I was simply flummoxed as to what to do next.  Clearly, I could not vacuum.  I could maybe dust a little bit, but maneuvering around a spinning wheel might be dangerous.  I could trip over it and bruise my pancreas.  I could snag my sweatpants on it and drag it about the living room for hours before I noticed it and by then I would have strained my duodenum.  It was a disaster waiting to happen.

So I sat down and plied.  It was the safest course of action.

Yes, I am living in squalor at the moment.  And it is all due to my social life.  It's tough when you have to choose between your cleanliness and your popularity, but sometimes you have to make the hard choices.  It is what it is...

But the other "is" right now is the fact that I only have 1.5 days of school left.  I'm certain I can do a little tidying up come Wednesday.  

And I mean it.  Honest.

SA