Yesterday, when my alarm went off at 6:15 am, I looked at my cats sleeping peacefully next to me, and figured that the responsible thing to do would be to stay home with them. After all, I've been gone the last three weekends and clearly my cats were being deprived of some essential Mommy time.
Then, we slept until 2:30 pm. I woke up to a disordered house, disgusting litterbox, sink full of dishes, clothes strewn over every surface of my apartment, and figured that the responsible thing to do would be to go buy some lunch. Because, after all, how can one tackle domestic chores on an empty stomach?
So, I got in my car and decided to drive to the closest restaurant (to save gas obviously) and ordered a McDonald's chicken nuggets meal with fries and a vanilla milkshake (for calcium of course). And then I went home, parked on my couch, turned on Gilmore Girls, Season 5, and watched it for the next five hours. I also managed to eat a package of oreos and some garlic bread. I went to bed at 8:30 pm.
I woke up this morning at 5:30 am to the same chaos (and a mouth that tasted like garlic and frosting) but this time I managed to clean like a maniac. In 45 minutes, I cleaned the dishes in my sink, took out all the trash, cleaned the litterbox, and straightened the living room.
The upshot of this confession is to tell you that I can justify ANYTHING. And that bad things happen when I decide to stay home for the day and watch Gilmore Girls.
When I got to work this morning, I realized that by hibernating yesterday I had let many people down. My coworker had brought in McDonald's oatmeal for me (he mentioned this on Friday but I forgot), my e-mail thread buddies had posted their menus without me, my friend Beth had posted a blog post partially about me, my friend's Brandi and Josh had cooked dinner without me, etc...
And I opted out of everything so that I could hibernate with my cats and eat junk?
Well, yes, I did.