I Survived, but my house didn't!

The last four days have been a zoo. I've been leaving my house before 9:00 (usually more like 8:15) and not getting home until after 8:00 (or last night, 9:25). I'm kind of dead and exhausted and not happy with myself because I've been gone so much it feels like I've accomplished nothing, when really I've done ridiculous amounts of stuff for and with other people, my house has just been significantly shorted.

I think my priorities are out of whack. I've been running to please other people, when my house is a disaster, we're basically out of laundry and there isn't a single clean pan in the house. My dishwasher could easily be run twice, if not three times and I've got at least two sink loads of hand wash dishes to do. The sheets desperately need washing and the towels changed, and a workout would be really nice since I did have a routine that fell apart this week, and baking should get done so we have something healthier to snack on than processed packaged junk, and yeah, I'm way behind.

But, what am I doing instead of all that? Blogging on my blog that has no readers and reading other people's blogs. Maybe a shower would be a good start to get me moving, or a second cup of coffee, something needs to kick in and get my house cleaned and right at this second, it's not going to happen out of sheer self determination. Blah, my stubbornness needs to kick in and be determined to clean house, instead it seems determined to be a sloth and do nothing.