Domestic Procrastination

The house is a mess:  Dishes to be washed, floors to be swept and mopped, laundry to be folded and sorted.  Well, you get the idea; but at least, the baby is fed, bathed, and content.  It's not always like this at home lest you get the idea that this is what greets you upon entering.  I get like this most often during the middle of the week when I feel that I have done enough for the week and there is more that should be done and accomplished. Sort of my breathing space so that I won't lose my sanity.  My own "ME" time which I don't get to have when the house is full and there is cooking to be done.  So, in these few precious hours (more like minutes) of escape, what do I do? Daydream.  Dream that I have servants at my beck and call and no one to disturb my peace.  A place I can sleep all day and eat whenever I want to.  More like Cinderella after the happily every after.  Well, so much for the peaceful respite as the baby is calling my attention.  She is my boss for the moment after all.  And this is where I transform back to Cinderella before the fairy tale...and dishes beckon!