the after

Today I want the after, not the before.

The before kind of sucks.

I didnt do anything (other than nothing) until 7pm last night.

I needed to 'do' but just couldnt summon any energy whatsoever. I didnt even see that there was dog food that I could have given our poor faithful Rustico until the Mr came home.

On the tip of my tongue were the words 'my next husband will be a drawer closerer', but I simply couldnt say that to the man who had just bought take away and arrived home to a mutant housewife.

Yep that was me sitting on the couch watching home shows, staring at the washing and trying no to cough too much into the phone when it rang. And it rang alot. I even had one of those annoying 'youve just been chosen...' and hung up hearing the words '47 inch plasma'.

That made me sooooo angry that they had interrupted my day.

Soooo.... that was yesterday but today has to be better.

I decided that since I dont have anywhere near enough energy, secretly hoping

 to do the entire house (which it needs I assure you) and am starting back to front.

 Back room first and working my way to the front instead of the other way round like usual.

Things that ill be achieving are

opeing the house up while its sunny

talking to my plants

sorting three massive bags of scraps accumulated from the eskimo cutting out

finding a home for the extra piece of furniture (see above)

shaking dead flies off of the back window seat cushions

doing a rough tidy of the studio (dont want to think about that)

folding all my washing

 prepping things for an op shop run

moving the home brew paraphernalia out of the laundry

and definitely feeding the dog early.

Why do I always feel like starting a new quilt when im like this?

Whats with the fact that im stupidly giving myself something else to do?