It's true... I just cannot do anything when Pat is around. Somehow, the multi-tasking, uber-industrious, checklist-following, type A person that I am turns into a ball of extreme laziness and sloth when my husband is in the vicinity.
The problem is not the husband, per se. I lay all the blame on me, and this incessant need for cuddles. I have to admit, I am a freaking cuddle fiend. I'll cuddle Pat everywhere and this affliction is very bad for those weekends when things need to be done at home.
The thing is, he is more that happy to oblige. For Pat, being lazy comes naturally. He's not a slob, nor does he not help around (my husband is well trained) . But cuddling together comes so easy and spontaneous for both of us.
But during those times when he is off somewhere I turn into a superwoman. I finish errands, get things done and still have time to laze around.
Case in point, this morning. Pat decided to go out and take pictures of Rice Lake in Lynn Valley.
In those 3 hours that he was gone, I managed to:
1. Do the laundry
2. Mop the floors
3. Clean the toilets (we have 4)
4. Vacuum the living room
5. Dust the entire house
6. Sort the recycles
7. Take a shower
8. Surf Perezhilton.com (Britney was committed, y'all)
9. Read emails
10. Finish my French class homework
11. Gossip with my friend, Chat
12. Made plans for the evening
13. Cleaned out the fridge
14. Went out to Timmy's and bought myself a coffee, bagel with cream cheese and 2 donuts
I rest my case. Cuddling makes me not want to do anything but cuddle.
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cuddling is fun! especially with a love one! :)
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