You see, I haven't worked a regular 8 to 5 schedule since January and now I am (for a few months at least).
Our house is clean, laundry done, groceries gotten, so I didn't need to do any chores.
No foster paperwork to complete or inspections to prepare for since that's all done and we are in limbo waiting for a call to schedule our home study visit.
I read two books in the past five days, which tends to happen after tax deadlines pass. So I didn't want to read more.
Project Runway just ended and since it and So You Think You Can Dance are the only shows I
I didn't want to blog. Just wasn't feelin' it.
Trent was at church, so I couldn't hang out with him.
I was seriously at a loss, people! I was standing aimlessly between our living room and dining room without a clue what I should do. I felt mischievous and I felt great. I felt deliciously unproductive for once. There was no to-do list or agenda and I didn't go in search of one.
So you know what I did? I flopped on the sofa and got a crick in my neck from watching two straight hours of Duck Dynasty...
Uh oh. You know what this means? We need some kiddos up in here, stat!