Lazier Housewife

Oh dear, I thought I would have a little bit more time for you all to get to know me, but since Mandie brought it up, I might as well just admit it. I am a Messie, yes, Messie with a capital M. They write books about me. Books that I don't read, I just hear about them. People tell me about the Flylady all the time. I went to the Flylady's website once, and just reading about it wore me out so much I had to take a nap.

One of my problems is that I'm easily distracted. (Since I started writing this, I've gotten up from the computer twice.) Let's say I'm in the kitchen and need the crockpot, which we keep in the linen closet. I walk toward the closet, but on my way, I glance into Cashew's room and notice the laundry basket is overflowing. I stop and put some clothes in the washer. Then Walnut needs to know why the sky is blue. I say something vague about fractals and then say "Ask Daddy when he gets home." Then I walk past a bookshelf and remember that I have to go to the bathroom. There are toys in the bathroom that don't belong there, so I decide to be productive and put them away, so it's off to the family room, but Peanut needs a cracker and Cashew needs whatever Peanut needs, and one of them stinks, so I have to change diapers. The diaper pail is full so I take it too the laundry room. The washer and dryer are both full and so are all the laundry baskets, so I sit down to fold clothes. Hey, there's the computer! Yay!

What's for dinner?