The least productive day of the week

In college I read an article that declared, “Thursdays are the least productive day of the week.”

I don’t remember any of the reasoning behind that statement but for the last 20 years I have used that as my excuse when I am sitting around on a Thursday afternoon still in my workout clothes, eating peanut butter straight from the jar, reading the comics, with the house in shambles all around me.

So what’s my excuse for the rest of the week?

Several friends have asked what I am doing with my newfound freedom now that I’ve sold my store. While I had ambitions necessary(laundry), trivial(new makeup!) and noble(build the refugee website) for this week I have simply been incredibly lazy.

Of course, six kids keeps ya’ hopping most of the day anyway, but in those few free hours I have been almost paralyzed with exhaustion. So….

I’ve been taking kitty-naps.

Reading Stephenie Meyer’s new novel– soooo fun.

Admiring my crabapple trees that finally bloomed today.

Laying on the tramp while Gabe and Mary jump over me. “You can just be the ‘dead man’ mom.”

Playing with baby Grace.

Eating chocolate. (Some blessed soul had placed a buy-one-get-one-free coupon on the store shelf; divine intervention, for sure. Of course I’ll have to hand over one bag to Erik as soon as he reads this.)

And feeling VERY happy.