I've been pondering all day why I don't do the things that I know I SHOULD do. Really, most of the time I even WANT to do the things that I know I SHOULD.
The fact remains though, that I don't.
While both boys are sleeping, it would be the perfect time for me to get a long workout in. But it would also be an ideal time to take a little snooze.
Rather than doing either of those productive (yes, I count naps as productive) activities, I am sitting here catching up on my blog reading and basically doing nothing.
Most likely avoiding the choice of nap or workout until there is not enough time for either.
And my fingers still smell a little like the sandwich I had for lunch (it was garlicy) and like the stinky perfume Ellery asked to try on while I was giving her a piggy back ride.
That is very gross.
I guess I know the first thing I'll be doing.
Washing my hands.
Who knows what useful or wasteful thing I will do after that.