Today, I felt like the chick in Tangled when she sang When will My Life Begin, about how she keeps herself busy at home.
Now, I understand I may lose a little credibility quoting a Disney movie song but it was the first thing I thought of when recapping the day. Sometimes, I feel like songs from these kids movies are catchier, more meaningful and more relatable than half the craptastic songs on the radio. And, be honest, you liked Tangled too.
The purpose of that spiel was to describe the bored-busyness of my day. I cleaned the house from top to bottom, baked apple strudel muffins, toasted cinnamon sugar almonds (those were 5-star quality) and make baked potato soup from scratch. Not to mention the reading, and movie watching and poop cleaning (don’t ask).
By the time I sat down to watch that movie, I fell asleep, only to wake up 30 minutes later in crankytown. You see, I never take naps. This is why. I don’t want to cook dinner. I don’t want to do those dishes and I didn’t want blog, I didnt even want to Pinterest (and that is just unheard of).
What’s the deal with that? Why am I a bad napper? I’d love to enjoy a 15-minuter every now and then wihtout being cranky the rest of the day. It’s a disease really.
Logan just asked me to cuddle. Ok. I’ll do that.
