MAKING IT HAPPEN: I Should Probably Go Upstairs to Work

It’s Sunday afternoon and I need to work…

but I don’t wanna.

The Hubster’s sitting next to me on the couch whispering tip-tap-tippy-tap-tap-tiperoo in a valiant effort to annoy me into not working.

I should probably go upstairs.

SweetZ’s trying to get me to play pool with her on the iPad.  She’s dressed up as Princess Aurora today, resplendent in pink heels and bedazzled flowers.

I should probably go upstairs.

The boys are whooping it up in the other room playing old-school Mario Brothers.  Their fun is loud and hardy and magnetic.  I want to go to there.

I should probably go upstairs.  I’m never going to get anything done down here.

Little Miss Took is swinging in her swing, babbling sweetly while she inspects the two new magical things she’s discovered – her hands.  She has the hiccups.  ERHMAHGHERD.  Baby hiccups.  How can I not toss the laptop on the floor and cuddle her right now?

Need to go upstairs, pronto, or none of stuff I have on my list will get done.

Here I go.  Watch me.  I’m going.

*squinches nose*  *looks at baby*  *looks at daughter*  *looks at Hubster*  *listens to boys in the other room*

Screw it.  Ima gonna have fun instead.

While I’m having fun, you need to vote on whose underwear drawer you want to peek in next week:  boy next door, other-worldly stranger, or little old lady?

Ciao,

Myn

10 thoughts on “MAKING IT HAPPEN: I Should Probably Go Upstairs to Work

  1. Same choice for me–kids grow up so fast!!
    Love that little poll graphic, I never saw such a cute one :)

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