Procrastination is like Masturbation...

In the end you're only fucking yourself.

I've been trying to "spring clean" the house for about a fucking week or so now. It's getting ridiculous. I've half-assed cleaned out the front closet, but there's still shit sitting in front of it waiting to be gone through and shelves that still need to be cleared out. I keep saying "I'll do it tonight", but yet it still needs to be done. I shouldn't be too hard on myself, the house is mostly clean and I've finished all but a couple of loads of laundry. What bothers me about it is that I'm the fucking queen of clutter. Even as a kid I would keep the stupidest things. When I got pregnant, I went through house and purged, purged, purged. I was sooooo proud of myself for it and I did really well, but here I am months later and I still have too much crap. My gift to myself for all this cleaning is that when I finally have the guest room/computer room cleaned out, I'll have a place to set up my photography stuff. That room has all the light.

Maddox has decided that it is now a good time to start fighting sleep at bedtime. I don't know what the problem is. He takes naps just fine during the day, and once he's asleep at night he sleeps great. It's getting him to sleep at night that's the problem. I can't bitch too much because I've had almost 4 months of no trouble from him. I can't believe I just typed that! My baby is almost 4 months old! This makes me sad. Ugh, before I know it he'll be raging shithead in the middle of puberty. Cherish these moments, girl.

This is the part where I say I'm going to bed, but I don't actually go to bed for another hour or two because I'm an asshat.