The Life of a Domestic Goddess

It's early afternoon here in Frog Pond Holler and although my trusty AccuWeather doohicky on my home page shows clear skies, the sun keeps peeking behind some clouds, tricking me into thinking that we could get some rain.

Ya'll, I'm so pooped I could just lay on the couch the rest of the day, if it weren't for that guilt gene that seems to plague the ovary bearing members of our society. Yesterday I single handedly moved every piece of living room furniture, spot cleaned most of it with carpet cleaner, got on my hands and knees to scrub stains on the carpet, scrubbed the fireplace hearth thingie and went on a dust bunny eradication mission that would shame most Navy Seals. I had to empty the vacuum cleaner bin at least three times... and I'm not finished.

I'm torn between finishing what I started so I'll be done with it and just putting my feet up for the rest of the day and preparing to deal with a fun filled week at the Cubicle Asylum. I'm leaning towards the latter. I mean, it's 1:30 and I'm still the only one up. The dishwasher is churning away, I've got a cake in the oven and a roast laid out for dinner.

I may even take a nap.

Ya'll enjoy your Sunday, I think I'm going to kick back and enjoy mine.

Later Taters!

1 comment:

kenju said...

By now, your dinner is done and you are once again kicked back to enjoy the evening. I hope it was a good one.