Let me paint a picture for you.<br><br>
I'm in bed with water and food within arm's reach. The laptop is on my (naked, because I haven't done laundry) lap with my belly hanging over it (just waiting for the kid to click the mouse...). I'm wearing a shirt with no bra (again, laundry) but the shirt doesn't even start to cover my belly (not sure this shirt is even mine).<br><br>
Let's zoom out.<br><br>
There are clothes half-sorted into bags all over the room. Books on the floor 4 feet from the bookshelf. Things My Husband Brought Home are strewn on every available ledge and surface, covered by a good inch of desert dust. The second bathroom sink does not exist, its covered in cosmetic products nobody has used and several unsanitary looking objects. Don't even look in the toilet, I dumped cleaner in it yesterday to soak and then forgot about it, peed in it, and flushed it without scrubbing. The tub looks just as bad.<br><br>
The hallway to the livingroom is full of cat hair, all accumulated since yesterday. A cat is mewing for attention, but do I get up to let him in? No. Entertain yourself, cat.<br><br>
The baby's room is a mess of Costco things, the bed isn't made because my husband has an inability to shake a comforter. I can't even get to the changing table.<br><br>
The livingroom is covered in dust and cat hair from the window being open. The kitchen is REASONABLY clean because I managed to scrub it good yesterday. But I can't see the kitchen... because I'm in bed.... and really I dont want to see the kitchen unless food is coming out of it.<br><br>
...and then I want someone ELSE to be making it so I dont even wanna see it then.<br><br>
Feel better? -sits, drinks, eats- If I got any lazier, I would need diapers.