Lazy=Guilt

I'm working on not getting upset that my house is a disaster. I just don't have the energy to do anything about it. I went to Target and bought stuff to organize my laundry room closet, but so far non of it has so much as made it out of the car. I started laundry last week, Jim tried to get it finished over the weekend, but so far it's still only half done. It would help if we could all quit dirtying clothes. I get almost finished and then give up for a few days. There are dishes in my sink...there are never dishes in my sink. It's not even like it's a hassle because I have to empty the dishwasher first. I just haven't put them in there.

Gracie has watched so much TV in the last week, I'm sure her brain is mushing out as we speak. I need to play a game with her or something tonight, but moving makes me feel like I'm going to puke. It's all I can do to make sure the dogs get out to pee and Gracie gets fed. I did take her to the mall and to lunch for a couple of hours. We walked around and I let her pick some stuff out at Claire's. She loves that store.

The dogs are bored as hell. Jim's been working late, so he doesn't even have time to entertain them the last few days. Thankfully two of them are old enough that they are really fine with it, but the puppy is going nuts.

I suck.