Today I had grand plans.
As in, I planned to get out of the house by myself for an hour or two. Groceries. A trip to the mall to see how tragically out of style I am. A latte (eggnog is back, curses). Maybe a pedicure.
And, as is normal with a 'free' day, here it is, 4 pm, and I've not left the house - once. Whoops.
But, the house is clean, the child is napping.
I watched my football team get their asses handed to them. Nice one, Seahawks. I'm crying inside, for reals.
I picked a zillion green tomatoes that refused to ripen and now, being the frugalista that I am (I hate letting things go to waste), I'm looking all over for recipes - I'm thinking pickles - for the actual green tomatoes, or maybe some magical way to ripen them.
Most likely, as with my other best laid plans, I'll forget about them outside and will discover green tomato compost sludge next March.
Yes, I have many grand plans. My home is the land of unfinished projects and abandoned hobbies.
Cause to be honest, most of the time, I end up playing an hour of Bejeweled, then run around the house frantically trying to at least pick up and get some dishes done before nap time is over.
Do I wish I were more efficient, that I made the most of my free time? YES. But, you know what? It's MY free time. So I guess I can waste it if I want.
And I could whine and say there's just not enough hours in the day. But if there were, I'd probably waste them too.