I mean, we still have boxes that remain unpacked from our January move. I've got pictures leaned up against walls because we haven't hung them yet. And my closet....well, my closet is probably going to be the death of my marriage. Hangers are currently a foreign concept. And, I dare to admit, that sometimes the pile of clothes on the closet floor must pass the smell test to see if they are clean or not. Maybe its time to invest in a housekeeper. Do you know any free ones??
Austin is going to be out of town next weekend, so perhaps that is my opportunity to show that I can be a decent weekend housewife. He would probably go into shock if he walked into the house and everything was in its' proper place. If nothing else, one weekend of being good would probably buy me enough brownie points for another couple months of slacking off.
Maybe I need energy pills. Maybe I have some sort of energy deficiency. Maybe God really meant that day 6 and 7 should both be days of rest.