I am suffering from a MASSIVE case of motivation deficiency.
I had a TINY amount of ambition first thing this morning, but that was about two hundred years ago and is only remembered as a mythic legend.
I frequently am not exactly squealing with EXCITEMENT over chores, but today I am not merely unenthusiastic, I am downright recalcitrant about it.
Don't wanna...ain't gonna...
SO INSTEAD OF TAKING CARE OF BUSINESS (which I am SO going to regret later)...I am...uh......cleaning out the closet!
I think I bought this in 1994, the year it was put out...I used to do these CONSTANTLY...until suddenly, there were TODDLERS in the house. Eeeeeeyeah. Toddlers + Scissors + Butterfly-shaped yarn organizer = Disaster waiting to happen...so I put it (and whackity-uncounted unopened kits) "away" until Someday, when it would be (relatively) safe to leave such things out.
That day...has come.
And I am so happy, because it is enjoyable to do this again.
And I am ever-so-VERY-slightly melancholy.
There are no babies in the Den anymore...no toddlers I must protect from pokey needles and sharp scissors, who will unorganize my yarn and maybe eat it...and no frantic phone calls to the long-suffering advice nurse because I can't find my needle and Baby is acting like she's got a tummy ache...emergency pediatric visits...
...OK! Melancholy gone now! Back to pretty girly flowers and Advanced Chore Avoidance...