There is some law of the universe that basically says that things left alone will decay. Or something like that. Earlier in the week I was doing really well to keep things relatively tidy around the house, make some healthy meals, get the dishes done, that sort of thing. Wednesday night I didn’t quite get all the dishes done, so when I washed some dishes yesterday morning I didn’t quite get them all done and then I was away most of the day. Then last night I didn’t tidy up at all around the house because I just wanted to go to sleep. And then today I was absolutely whacked. So tired I was barely functioning and of course I didn’t get a nap because the youngest child fell asleep earlier than usual and the oldest child decided to be a toad and instead of observing quiet time she observed “Yell out if she can get up every 7 minutes” time. So of course nothing got done around the house. And I really truly do mean nothing.
So now the kids are in bed, my husband has passed out on the bed after coming home from a hard day of manual labour helping someone from church with their bees in the pretty hot weather, and I’m staring at a house that has been severely neglected for two days. I don’t like it but you know what? I’m not going to do a thing about it. Except pray that I don’t go into labour tonight and have to have someone come over to watch the kids and think horrible thoughts about me because of the way the house looks. I’m really paranoid about that.
I think I’m going to go to sleep now. It’s only 7:06 pm but who cares? I’m gestating.