Why is it that when I put my daughter to bed, she screams like I have accidentally pulled her arm from her body? Why is it that when my husband puts her to bed she says "Nite nite Daddy!" and goes right to sleep like she is an angel? My child is evil. Everyone who really knows her knows that this is true. Cute, but evil. I truly believe that God makes children cute so that you don't get the urge to kill them as often. This also means that the cuter they are, the more trouble you should expect.
Today I made some progress on my resolutions for the year. I got off my butt and did something that has needed to be done around our house for a while. I fixed a toilet. All by myself. I took the entire tank off and everything inside of it apart, replaced it, and put it all back together. I was really surprised, it was much easier than I expected. It was also kind of amazing that I got it all done while my daughter took her nap. You just never know what you can accomplish in an hour or so. Tomorrow it looks like we'll be snowed in....that's a lot of "hours or so" to fill with accomplishments. I had better make it a productive day. The days when I'm not so productive I feel kind of guilty that I'm staying home doing nothing while my husband is working. I guess it's kind of an incentive to not be lazy. Sometimes though, lazy still wins. Anyone else have that gnawing guilt?
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