Lazy, lazy, lazy

Today was my morning. DH got up with the kids and I could do whatever I wanted/needed until noon. Aaaaahhh. I had planned to sleep in a little, finish sorting all the kids clothes and packing up the outgrown stuff to go to my sister, clean our room, maybe even go jeans shopping (ugh). What I ended up doing was number one. Yes, that's it. And I'm okay with that. I slept for awhile (between A being sick with a cough and J getting up once for some unknown reason, we were up a lot last night) and then laid in bed reading a book I "borrowed" from my mom's lending library last night. Then I got some breakfast, brought it upstairs, and read some more. Then I napped. And woke up and read. And napped some more. When I finally had about fifteen minutes left, I jumped up, took a quick shower and got dressed. I accomplished nothing. How wasteful. How lazy. How wonderful.