I wanted to do useful things today, but...

Can’t change the bed - cats are asleep in a nest of covers.

Can’t do laundry - another cat is asleep in the laundry basket.

Can’t run errands - there are some snowflakes in the air and it looks cold out.

Can’t clean the bathroom - because, um, stuff.

Guess I’ll be forced to watch dvds and drink wine on the couch.

Damn, and I really wanted to get stuff done. I’m sure I’ll feel guilty about this later, unless I don’t.

Happy Sunday afternoon.

Shame on you - you should be productive as I have been. I’m sorting my yarn stash by color, and rolling some smaller bits into balls.

That is, I was… I’ll finish eventually… maybe.

I’m disappointed…
Your first two excuses are perfect!!
But the next two are , well,… lacking in cuteness.

Let’s see…
two on the bed covers.
“another” one in the basket…
that leaves an implication that there may still be others as yet unaccounted for…

and, ya know, there’s a rule about kitty threads…

:slight_smile:

I like you, Mrs. Cake.

I would have cleaned the bathroom, but the clothes I wear to do that chore are in the wash.
By the time they’re out and dry, it will be too late.
Wish I’d thought of that before I started the load.
Guess I’ll have to find something else not to do.

Good news, everyone! I’ve watched two episodes of “Futurama” and an episode of SNL from 1975! Today was not a total waste after all.

I see, however, the laundry basket is now uninhabited so I guess I’ll have clean underwear for tomorrow after all. Too bad about the bed - still has one cat on it.

Oh, and the obligatory cat pictures to prove cats were on the bed:

Mrs. Peel on the bed
http://s266.photobucket.com/albums/ii264/NijelTheDestroyer/?action=view&current=catsmarch4002.jpg

Leonidas and Mrs. Peel on the bed
http://s266.photobucket.com/albums/ii264/NijelTheDestroyer/?action=view&current=catsmarch4002.jpg#!oZZ2QQcurrentZZhttp%3A%2F%2Fs266.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fii264%2FNijelTheDestroyer%2F%3Faction%3Dview%26current%3Dcatsmarch4001.jpg

Could not get a decent picture of Mollie in the laundry basket so I’ll just add my favorite picture of Leonidas at 3 months - he’s about 6 months now - still the baby.
http://s266.photobucket.com/albums/ii264/NijelTheDestroyer/?action=view&current=catsmarch4002.jpg#!oZZ4QQcurrentZZhttp%3A%2F%2Fs266.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fii264%2FNijelTheDestroyer%2F%3Faction%3Dview%26current%3DLeonandDarren2.jpg

I did some house hunting. Went to three open houses and two drive-bys.

I went to the pharmacy to get my prescription but they didn’t have it ready. But I’m counting that one because I figured I did my part.

I finally went to see The Artist which I’ve been meaning to do for a couple weeks now.

And I got some groceries.

I’m considering finishing up my day by running a load of laundry but I’ll probably put that off until tomorrow.

Crimeny, Little Nemo, I’m exhausted after just reading your list. Curse you overachievers.

You’ve just got to refocus your goals. Put “walking through other people’s houses” and “watching a movie” on your to-do list and you’ll find you’re a lot more motivated to get things done.

I also have trouble with getting anything done on Sundays. Because I knew I wouldn’t get anything done today, I stayed up till 1:00 am last night doing laundry, cleaning the bathroom, vacuuming, sweeping and moping the floors and steam cleaning everything in sight with my new hand-held steam cleaner.

Today all I had to do was go get groceries. When I was out I bought one of those home dry-clean kits and washed my duvet.

Yay! FloatyGimpy did enough work for all of us this weekend. Now I can rest content that the balance of the universe is restored.

When even prescribed amphetamines can’t get you motivated and you still don’t leave the house for days at a time, even to walk 100ft to get your mail, get back to me.

People think procrastination is so hip and glamorous. It’s not. So often I want to see a movie and the next time I notice, it’s on tv. Sometimes they’re even *good *movies.

{first paragraph is true, second, less so. That’s why I’m not writing a third} :cool:

Didn’t mean to be a downer on the last post. It’s true but the intent was to make fun of myself. I keep forgetting that self-flagellation isn’t what one would normally term “entertainment.”

Made a big traditional Sunday lunch: roast, potatoes, biscuits. And…nothing else. I loafed the rest of the day and played games on my iphone with my kids, because…they wanted me to. All their faults, I tell you!

I had a one hour nap on my list for Sunday afternoon ahead of some household chores. I found it was going pretty smoothly so I extended it.

To make room for napping I bumped washing the fridge shelves and culling all the donatable clothes out of my wardrobe.

Then my son needed a ride somewhere so I couldn’t wash the kitchen floor.

I got some groceries and ironed three shirts. Excellent typo by** FloatyGimpy** in “moping the floors.” That’s exactly how I do it. And I whine, too.

Worked late Sat evening, which I’m getting too old for, couldn’t sleep. Stayed up too late. Hubby worked 12 hrs Sun while the dog and I had a snoozefest after his walk. Late dinner, fell asleep watching Hugo. Watching the ending is on my Mon ‘to do’ list. We’ll see.

It’s past noon and I’ve accomplished little so far. I have major dental surgery looming on Wednesday, so my goal, for today, is to stay busy enough, not to think of it much. I could vacuum the house. Or, maybe bake some cinnamon rolls. I’m definitely making a large roast beef for dinner, (so there will be lots of left overs for when I’m out of commission, as it were.)

Gee, that sounds like too much. I’ll walk the dog and think about it!

It was beautiful here yesterday! Perfect day for a walk.

I only watched 8 hours of Law & Order.

I hosted my GF’s nephew who came into town before starting his new job on Monday. Made him dinner Friday night.

Saturday the GF and I went out to a friend’s storage locker and picked up a dining room table, then to Home Depot to get new shelves for the basement and a new set of free-standing shelves, then home to build the shelves, move all the gear into their new homes, clean the upstairs gear closet and transfer most to the basement, rearrange the hallway, go for a 4 mile run, and take the nephew out to dinner.

Sunday was assemble the new table, disassemble the old one, move all the plants into the living room, empty the hutch, slide it 2 feet to the right, and refill it with the right stuff, not all the crap that was in there. Put all the extra stuff in the Goodwill pile and load it into the car. Turn the big rug 90 degrees. Go to Home Depot to return one extra set of shelves and a ceiling lamp that was too small and pick up a new lamp plus lots more hooks for the basement. Return the packing materials and a box to friends’ storage locker, grocery shopping for the week, and unload it all at home. Rearrange study so both GF and I can use the desk at the same time. Go for a 6 mile run. Cook dinner. Watch TV and hit the sack.

But I didn’t get to go for a ski. :frowning:

That picture is crying out for a caption - “And a-one, and a-two, and a-cha-cha-cha…”

That is about as cute as is legally allowed by law.

Sometimes I feel very guilty for staying in and lazing around on a perfect day. And sometimes I just enjoy it. :slight_smile:

I want to do useful things every day. Mostly I end up running after, and cleaning up after, my nearly-one-year-old daughter.

On Saturday I told her dad that she was 100% his for the whole day–diapers, meals, naps. I vacuumed and Swiffer mopped all of the floors, went to Lowes, cooked two meals and made blueberry muffins. I felt so… alive!