I'm currently feeling guilty for my total slack-arse attitude around the house. I've had four sessions of 'spare time' (ie. Little Jac sleeping) in the last two days. This is what I should have done:
- Swept and mopped the kitchen floor. It's had a lovely mixture of dog and cat slobber and dog wee on it since last time it was done and Little Jac is always crawling around on it
- Cleaned our desk in order to inspire me to start our Thailand album
- Scrubbed the bath clean of Little Jac's bath ring, and done the rest of the bathroom too
- Cleaned the cat's poo splatter off the laundry walls
- Cooked some proper food for Little Jac
- Called Archicentre to find out about extensions.
- Slept
- Snoozed
- Rested on the couch
- Surfed the net
- Wished I was a clever crafter
- Had cups of coffee and ate biscuits
- Sewed ric-rac onto a skirt (ok, this was productive if not a priority)
- Admittedly I also put the dishwasher and washing machine on a couple of times.