Sunday, June 15, 2008

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

12 comments:

Teri S. said...

I know the feeling about meaning to get certain things done. Honest! But as you say, it is what it is. And tomorrow's another day.

Get some good sleep tonight. I'm sure your students are going to be beside themselves since summer vacation is only 1.5 days away.

Karen said...

You'll have all summer to get things done. Better you relax and enjoy the weekend so you'll be ready for those last days of school.

Carrie K said...

The next 1.5 days of school will feel like 1.5 years. Clearly you cannot clean immediately following such an ordeal. You need to take the rest of the week easy so as not to overdo too quickly and ruin your summer.

April said...

Sheepie, I've been off work for 10 days now and the kitchen floor still remains unwashed. And I haven't even been to any social events like you, Miss Gadabout.

Mel said...

You mean you're not going to celebrate the start of summer vacation by coming to our little "do" Wednesday evening?

Beth said...

I'm very impressed that you have such concern for your digestive system! (Are all sheep that in tune with their bodies?) Spinning was definitely the best course of action to take.

Mia said...

Ahhh, you're in the home stretch now! You can do it!

And that sounds like a perfect little nap you had!

Donna Lee said...

My grandmother used to tell me never to turn down an opportunity to take a nap, you never know when the next one will come along. (she also used to always tell me never to miss an opportunity to go to the bathroom either, and now I can't pass a restroom door without an internal debate about whether I have to use the facilities!). You need to be rested to do those chores.

Cursing Mama said...

I think there is a problem with cleaning on Wednesday; if I'm not mistaken my calendar says this Wednesday is national napping day..

And, I never make things up :)

Knitting Linguist said...

Tidying is completely overrated. It is impossible, however, to overestimate the goodness of naps and spinning. You made the right choice.

Julie said...

Except that I'm sure you'll be needing a nap after your night out knitting with real live people on Tuesday. But, that's okay, because there's always Thursday; but wait, you MUST attend Mel and David's gathering (all the cool kids will be there, after all), which means you'll need another nap on Thursday. Well, there's always Friday, or Saturday, or Sunday, or.....

Ronni said...

There's a new problem with lists for me this year. The small one has decided it is her job to keep me working on them. I forsee an unpleasant summer for me. Bummer too because I'm the poster child for slacker mom-hood.