I'm not normally a procrastinator, but I procrastinate when it comes to blogging because I'm not sure I have anything interesting to say. Today I'm blogging to procrastinate and to vent. It won't be interesting.
Every once in a while I become so SICK of doing something, I actually become exhausted at the thought of doing it. Lately it's folding laundry. I've done the math and the entire laundry process is taking up 2.6% of my waking hours. Today that seems like a lot because there's no light at the end of the tunnel any time soon. Laundry is one of those things you can't get out of unless you decide to join a nudist community, and after searching on Google I couldn't find one with an excellent school system, so that alternative is out. I could also let my kids do their own laundry, but they'd end up stuffing their clothes in a bag instead of properly folding and hanging it, and then it would get incredibly wrinkly, and I'd have to let them iron it themselves (because if not I wouldn't be cutting back on my work load), and THEN they'd probably burn themselves, and a trip to the hospital over getting burned with an iron would probably mean I'd be interviewed by social services...so I'm back to laundry taking up 2.6% of my life. No biggie, I'm just being a big baby about it today.