I satisfied the urge for nachos today. Rather decadent I admit, but oh so good.
Tonight I look around the room and want to get it picked up so I don't have to face it in the morning. How hard can that be? The problem is one of the baskets that has to be emptied is full of stuff that needs to be ironed. I don't mind ironing, in fact I kind of enjoy it. But I'm not in the mood to do it tonight. Guess I'll just move the basket around and make myself think I've cleaned the clutter!
Yeh, I know, I'm easily convinced!