My house

I am not a lazy person. I'm not sure if that's true, or if I'm just telling myself that, but I really believe it - so of course, that's all that matters! However, despite the fact that I am not a lazy person, my house is a total and complete disaster. It's really quite impressive, actually. I don't know how many people are able to reach levels of destruction at this magnitude, but I can now say that I've accomplished it. My laundry has overtaken not only the laundry room, but the bathrooms and my children's rooms as well. There are stacks and stacks and stacks of paperwork and artwork and story starters and notes and doodles on napkins that need to be organized (or thrown away), and there is one corner of my room where the carpet is probably still the original color because of it's lack of exposure to sun light. There are drawers and filing cabinets and boxes and a closet with things in them that I haven't looked at in months (possibly even years - not an exaggeration), and I'm not sure if I should look in them, or if I should just throw them away. After all, as it is I won't know what I'm missing! Of course, the very horriblest part of all is that I am feeling totally sick to my stomach, and all I can do right now is lay here and wish that my house was not the way that it is. Oh, well. It is what it is.

On a side note, Tony Parker got hurt yesterday while he was playing in the European League. Badly.

Needless to say, we're thrilled.