The days procrastination is there to slow you down for your own safety

The best part of my day thus far has been the morning snuggle.

Sandwiched between Audrey and Ryan in my bed, as we giggled about who had the coldest feet, I had to wonder if it was worth getting up today at all.

But.

I have to go to work today, which means a drive to drop off the kids at Nana's first; I'm trying to beat back the laundry to the last three loads or so; the big boys are still asleep; I'm cooking for Ryan and Audrey (which guarantees the big kids making a locust-like appearance in the kitchen the second the little kids sit down);  I need to shower and Audrey needs a bath; and then there's the hubby.

He came home last night, had dinner, and got called out for work.  When I went to bed at 1 am, he still wasn't back yet.  This morning, we blearily cracked eyes open at each other, and the next time I opened my eyes, he was gone.

I'm getting a little wistful, remembering vaguely what sex is like.  Should I be so lucky that the children actually fall asleep at a decent hour (meaning I am still awake enough to feel feisty) I know that the second I reach for a bra strap Aunt Flo, who has been threatening to visit, will appear on my doorstep with the intent of staying for a long time.

So I am procrastinating, with a capital P, and just letting the chips fall where they may, because if I start rushing around like a chicken with it's head cut off, I know I'll forget something important, like a child, and no one wants that.

(((Yawn)))

On the bright side, I made my bed, to discourage anymore morning snuggling.

Because that would lead to a nap.