In the lap of luxury

It’s 10:21 a.m. on a Sunday.  My husband took our son with him shopping and they’ll be gone for at least 2 hours.  I have two whole hours to myself in our house.  Laundry needs to be dried, dishes need to be unloaded and reloaded into the dishwasher, groceries need to be bought.  There’s plenty to do, yet I can’t seem to move myself from the couch.

All I can manage to do is to sit here.  And think.  And eat chocolate.  Yes, chocolate before noon.  I can’t decide if life is luxurious or if I’m pathetic.  Let’s go with luxury.




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