I think my “Give a Shit” button broke, or maybe the trigger is jammed, because today I really could care less. I have dishes stacked at least two beer cans high, and I’m not talking 12 oz cans either…..that’s right…40’s baby!
Laundry is piled up, most of its clean, I just don’t feel like putting it away. I can’t even tell what color my carpet is anymore, cause there’s soooo many toys on it! The dog puked on my daughters couch so I just threw it outside, the garbage is full, the dog’s water dish is probably empty, oh and my desk is currently covered with empty Diet Pepsi cans and those awesome energy drinks, what are they called, oh ya “Xenergy”. Those things are AMAZING!! Vitamin fortified, zero calories, sugar free, all natural flavors and colors, what’s not to like?
Wow, I’m totally getting off subject…..where was I …..
Okay, back to my “Give a Shit” button.
First, let me tell you about my day! It’s actually been pretty good, I mean I didn’t pass out on the kitchen floor or anything, which is good. Mom came over and entertained Z for awhile, which was AWESOME!! Z has the BEST Grandma ever, seriously, she pushed her around the yard in the wheel barrow for like 20 minutes! I would’ve quit after 5….. Way to go Grandma!
She also brought lunch, yet another reason why she’s the BEST Grandma ever! Pizza rolls and Vegetable Quiche…..yep, that’s what happens when you go to the Grocery store hungry, huh Mom?
So Z goes down for a nap somewhere around 2:30 or 3:00, then Grandma leaves and I usually have about an hour and a half to do whatever it is I feel like doing, which today, isn’t much.
In the good old’ days, like last week before my “Give a Shit” button got broke, I would have used this time wisely. Worked out for about 20 minutes, showered, maybe even shaved my legs, picked up the house, just so Z could destroy it all over again, and then worked on the computer for whatever time I had left. That’s what I should be doing……
Instead, as soon as Grandma left I grabbed a snack, stole my Husbands Xenergy drink from the fridge and sat down to read some of my favorite blogs. Although I am thoroughly enjoying myself, in the back of my mind there’s this little voice, it’s the voice of guilt, telling me all sorts of annoying things. Let’s call him Phil…(again, don’t ask)
Phil: “You know you’re not going to have time to work out later, and if you don’t, you’re going to HATE yourself tomorrow.”
Me: “SHUT UP PHIL! Seriously, you don’t know what she’s like…..Jillian, she’s like Hitler with dumbbells!”
Phil: “You can’t get rid of that muffin top sitting at your computer eating crackers and drinking Xenergy.”
Me: “But it’s Zero Calories!”
Phil: “Whatever…………….You should shower, you stink.”
Me: “I’ll shower later Phil, now SHUT UP!”
Phil: “What will your husband think……”
Me: “I HATE YOU!!”
Alright….I’m going to go shower now, because Phil might have a point…..