So it’s midnight. I’m sitting on my bed, watching TiVo, drinking a Mt. Dew (seriously, do I really need Mt. Dew? Definitely not, but it’s just so dang good!), and typing this. I should be doing homework….I’m not, obviously, and to my own detriment. This means tomorrow I’m going to be hating myself, worrying about deadlines, and wanting to beat the children for not leaving me alone to get the homework done. I happen to be a procrastinator of the worst sort. I pick and choose the tasks that I’ll do right away, while leaving others to fester, rot, and die. So are a few of my LEAST favorite things to do (these are the things I wish would fester, rot, and die!):
Laundry…it never ends. I will leave laundry until there are literally no clothes left to wear. I’d rather wear undies all day just so I don’t dirty clothes….too bad that’s not socially acceptable!
Bedtime…you get it done and just 24 hours later you’ve got to do it again. And it doesn’t matter how hard you try to stay on schedule it is a constant battle with each and every child. “I need to pee.” “There’s a monster in my bed.” “I can’t sleep.” “I’m scared.” “I’m thirsty.” And my answer….”I don’t care. Go to bed.” I know, I’m totally uncaring after 9 pm.
Waking up…it’s got to be the worst time of day! Peeling open my eyes and convincing myself to lift my head from the pillow is such a tough decision…if there weren’t little ones to take care of I think I’d just lie there all day!
Mopping the floor…it looks so nice for about 10 seconds. Then DragonBoy tries to pour his own juice, the dog takes a leak on it, and Twinkie#1 and Twinkie#2 leave pint-size mud prints on 50% of the tiles.
Okay your turn…what’s your least favorite job?
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