These days, sometimes the most exciting thing we do all day is to sit on the front porch and eat otter pops while wearing interesting outfits. I have lots of skills I want to learn, projects that have accumulated, and blog posts half-composed in my head, but for some reason, I just can't make these things happen.
I used to think the problem was my prioritization of naptime, but in a more philosophical vein, I've decided that the root of my problem is entropy. The universe just keeps falling into disorder and decay and it's taking most of my time to fight it. The baby keeps needing her diaper changed, my flowerbeds keep getting weed-filled, the dishes keep coming, and the laundry constantly needs rotated. Most of it basic maintenance stuff, but if it doesn't get done, my family will starve to death and wallow in their own filth. (Which when I was 17 is what I predicted would happen to my family when I left for college, based on the amount of cooking and cleaning I did, but somehow they survived.)
Well, now that I know what the obstacle to my achievements is, I can overcome it.... Except the problem is the nature of the universe we live in...I can't fight that, right? So until the universe dishes up a time in my life with less entropic pulls, I'm just going to sit back and enjoy the summer.
