Or not so lazy, I guess. This morning I got up and got all of us ready and had great intentions of folding the three loads of laundry I washed yesterday, but there was a pile of Duplo blocks and one cute little boy calling my name.
So I spent most of the morning building towers and Connor would knock them down (in between watching bits of Tarzan).
There was a knock at the door and unexpectedly Chelsea came over and brought little Matthew and Jonathan. So the boys began playing "baseball" in the living room while I enjoyed an hour of speaking grown-up with another mommy!
Then it was off to playgroup, it was just Chelsea and I and all the homeless people living in the park and the bus load of school kids. Both Connor and Matthew were intimidated by the older kids, so playgroup was cut short.
I called Todd, the kids and I walked to McDonald's and met him for lunch (thank heaven's for a dollar menu). After lunch the kids went down for their naps (in separate rooms...Funny Side Story...For Abi's morning nap she went down and didn't cry at all. When Abi woke up, I heard her playing and talking so I left her and waited for her to cry for me. When she wailed, I went in to rescue her and found toilet paper shredded up all over in her crib as though a dog had been in there! She had little bits of T.P. hanging out of her mouth and scattered in her hair. The playpen takes up so much space and is squished into the bathroom so tight, she could reach the T.P. roller and I had forgotten to remove it! She's so dang cute...now back to the real story) I had a decision to make:
1)Fold and Put away the laundry
2)Do the dishes (okay, there are only 5 in the sink...but I could have taken 3 seconds to do them)
3)Work on preschool lessons (Hey, I did two yesterday, okay!)
4)Study my scriptures and prepare my VT lesson for this month
Of course, being the wise and productive mother I am, I chose option #5. Here are the fruits of my labor: