The Thing That Goes Doink

My cleaning for the day is done (save making the bed, and that's only because the sheets aren't dry yet). I just need to clean off the table and get going on cutting out my dress. Something I'm sure my back is going to love. (At times like these, I miss the ping-pong table.) I figure that the sooner I get it done, the longer I have to work on NaNo.

The husband is currently watching his car shows, leaving me some time to just sit and blog for a bit before I get going on the sewing. I have no idea if travellyr is going to continue with the cleaning today, but I offered to help her out (because I've been a cleaning fiend as of late) if she wanted. Seriously. Feed me and I'll organize the tupperware. Anyway I'm expecting things to be quiet today simply because I don't have football on. I suppose I could run some of the excess dried herbs over to my mother, but that would take all of a couple of minutes, again leaving me with a lot of spare time. My poor husband is going a little stir-crazy, but I honestly have no idea what else I want to do today. It's as good as any day to start the dress, and because I've done a lot of cleaning over the past week, the apartment is in pretty good shape.

It's not that I'm bored with plenty of things I could be doing, it's more that I'm bored because I've done everything that had to be done. I suppose I could press my husband's shirts, or I could just tell him that I'm neither his maid nor his mother and he can finish his own damn laundry.

Nnnnnnnnggggh. I suppose that this is what I get for being productive over the week. I'm bored on the weekends. >_<*