Slacking at it's finest

It’s not that I want to be a slacker.  I just am.  My laziness has been something I’ve battled with my entire life.  But I haven’t battled too hard.  I don’t want to give you the wrong impression.  I remember being in 8th grade science class, where we studied “Physical Science”.  6th grade had been “Earth Science” and 7th grade was “Life Science” (sex ed and dissections, oh my!).  Physical was more about physics and stuff.  And of all three, I enjoyed it the most because it seemed so practical.  And it explained a lot of things that I had always wondered about.  One of the things I learned about in that class was the Law of Inertia.  And that basically means “a body a rest tends to stay at rest; a body in motion tends to stay in motion.”  I’ve always thought this particular law applied to me very well.

If I’m moving around and getting a lot of things done and keeping myself motivated, I can get a lot accomplished.  I finish out my days feeling as if I’ve done something worthwhile and a dent has been made in things.  Unfortunately, that doesn’t happen a lot.  Because I tend to find my body at rest a lot.  And my body, once at rest, likes to stay at rest.  The motivation that is required to get me going again is nearly quadrupled.

This is why I sit here, at 2:30 in the afternoon, happily enrobed in my pajamas (albeit stained pajamas, I dribbled a little of my lunch on the shirt), doing anything I can to avoid doing any actual work online or off and watching “Spongebob Squarepants” with Harry while Liam runs around the (babyproofed) living room, parking Hot Wheels cars at whim.  I did do laundry earlier, but that probably doesn’t count.  It wasn’t all the laundry, just Harry’s (however if you saw Harry’s laundry, you’d realize it counts for the laundry of three people).

I wish I wasn’t so lazy.  I’d like to be one of those women who has an immaculate house and has cookies baking in the oven and does crafts with her children.  I’m just… not.