In which grumpy congested colliemommie is grumpy, but productive

Today I declared a personal Anti-Procrastination Day and tackled a bunch of the little jobs that I've been putting off because I just don't want to do them. I cleaned out my pot and pan cupboard, stripped two loads of diapers (which took for fricking EVER), got the family room soft furnishings out of storage, wrote up Bruce's November schedule, made a menu plan for next week, started a huge pot of spaghetti sauce and hot sausage, took the vacuum apart and rinsed out the filters, and did some diaper repairs that have been sitting there taunting me.

Now all I have to do is finish replacing the elastic in one more diaper, and then I can be done for the day. Woo-hoo.

I did not get the glow of accomplishment I was hoping for, probably because I have a touch of some flu bug, but I am glad to not have these things hanging over my head, or laying around my house. So I am now seeking validation on the internet. Please, praise my industry in making an exceptional effort to do what I should be doing automatically every damn day.

Tomorrow should be the last day the contractor is here finishing the family room and the little front room we're going to use as a playroom. They painted all the trim today, so tomorrow should be mostly clean up. I'm hoping if Katrina and I are cute enough John will hang a few pictures for me; I can't hang things straight to save my life, and Bruce won't without a lot of nagging, and the angst isn't worth it. Then babycakes and I can have a fun, dorky evening putting up the Halloween village before Halloween is actually over.