So Little Motivation

So Little Motivation

I’ve actually gotten quite a bit done, but there’s one thing on my list that I’m afraid is just going to wait – washing the kitchen floor.  The kids are due home any minute, and they will want a snack (9:30 lunch does that to a body) and then it’ll be trying to get them to empty the dishwasher and load it and start cooking and eat and run off to music lessons then home in time to finish the homework and then watch survivor.  Tomorrow, I swear – along with the cat boxes and both bathrooms.  After I drop the car off for scheduled maintenance.

I’m tired from all the stuff I did do, not the least of which was take the dog to the vet.  My back was feeling pretty good before she yanked me all over.  Plus, she’s nervous, and expressed her glands several times – at least once in the car.  I have the windows open despite the cold to help get rid of the smell.  By comparison, the vet’s office smelled like a field of flowers before Judy walked in.  Stinky-butt dog.  She’s going to need some surgery to get a tumor off her foot.  Worst-case scenario, she might lose a toe, too.  As if the vet wasn’t expensive enough, now we’ll have to buy her all new shoes.