I confess -
That I have been putting off going outside to spray the yard for weeds.
That I started to, but pooped out after getting only 1/4 of the yard done, and went back inside the house.
That going inside was SUPPOSED to be just for a drink of water.
That once inside, I sat down and put my feet up, and suddenly going back outside seemed like a such silly idea, when I could just stay inside and watch a movie.
That this kind of thing happens to me ALL THE TIME.
That maybe I am
uninspired lazy when it comes to doing yard work.
Or any kind of housework, really.
Or doing laundry.
Or paying bills.
Chores, in general.
I would be happy if I could just get a job outside the home.
An office job.
So I could come home at the end of the day and say, “I've worked really hard all day today. Let someone else pick up the house and fix dinner.”
And then realize that *I* am the only adult that lives in this house.
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