I’ll admit it, I’m lazy. Last night I was tired so I went to bed at 9:30. This morning I was tired so even though Hubby got up with the kids and made them all waffles from scratch, and even came upstairs and asked me if I wanted to “join the family for breakfast,” I said, “no” and slept in until 10:30. And yes, that is 13 hours of sleep. After that I came downstairs to eat some disgusting cereal with blueberries and nonfat milk (I have stopped eating sugar for the time being because I ate all of Hubby’s chocolate he bought for his Sunday School class, bought him more and ate all of that too). I realized that Josh was out shoveling the two+ feet of snow covering our driveway, the girls were watching Barney, and the boys were playing outside, so I decided to lay on the couch for just a minute. That minute turned into two hours. I eventually emerged from the couch to make the girls lunch and put them down for a nap. I even planned on organizing the boys’ room. Instead I ended up helping Josh shovel the berm (he had already done the rest of the driveway) but I at least did something productive. Now it’s 1 a.m. so I’m already ahead of the game for tomorrow (today) since there’s church in the morning and I can’t possibly get 15 hours of sleep again. So I guess I’m not so lazy after all. Right? Right??