Knit? Sing? Pick your nose?

How am I supposed to get anything done?

How am I supposed to focus and be productive?  I can't be.  It's too hard.  It's too hard to look away from this little nugget.  Because sometimes, when no one is looking, she smiles.  And I don't want to miss that.

Sometimes, when she doesn't think I am watching her, I am.  I am peeking around the corner and enjoying her every move.  So far, it's mostly just smiles, gas, and finger sucking - but I don't mind.

It's beautiful.

Yes, I just put categorized "gas" as "beautiful".  If you have a child, surely you understand.  And if you don't, may I strongly encourage it?  Disclaimer: Only once you have a loving and Godly spouse, that is.

As I type this, I can see a hairball on my floor that needs to be swept up.  The dryer just stopped running, which means it's time to switch the loads.  And surely, the potatoes shall not mash themselves for dinner.  (Michael Scott: "And don't call me Shirley"...Ha...Get it?  The Office?  Anyone?  Never mind.  *Silence* )

Point being, there is always a lot to accomplish.  Always tasks at hand that require time and energy.  Usually, I am very motivated, energetic, and eager.  I love to cross things off my "To Do" list.  (Secretly, sometimes I even write things on the list that I have already completed, just so I can cross them off.  It makes me feel good inside, like I really am efficient and productive.)  Even despite my regular tendencies, right now, I am just sitting here.  And that's all I want to do.  Oh, and I want to make a list:

1.  I have tea on the mind.  I would love a pot of jasmine green tea.  Stuart, will you please go make me a pot of tea?  I just asked him this.  Literally.  "Sure, what kind would you like?"  I love that man.  I love him.  That means I can continue to sit here and visit with you my fine reader.

2.  I made biscuits last night.  They were divine.  Flaky.  Buttermilky.  Buttery.  But they were flat.  Really flat.  It was like the top half of a normal biscuit that you've broken in half.  I think it was the whole wheat flour that I ground for "bread" and not "cake".  The baking disability continues.  But that's not going to stop me from sharing the recipe with you!  Plus, the top half of a biscuit is my favorite part anyway, so HA!  I have eaten three.  And shall have another one smothered in honey as soon as the tea arrives.  And then maybe I'll just have one more after that.

3.  I am wearing flannel pajama pants that my Mom got me for Christmas.  Every time I see them, I think about how they resemble the Elliott tartan from Scotland.  Do you see how this devilishly, handsome man of Scottish decent has infected my mind?  For those of you who, like me prior to meeting Stuart, do not know what a tartan is, I will show you: 

Let's be honest here, "tartan" is a fancy word for the family flannel pattern.  If I could choose mine, it would be the red and black flannel.  I dig that. 

4.  This post has absolutely no purpose.  I just know how disappointed you would be if you didn't know all the goodies floatin' around in this giant brain of mine, so I thought I would share.  I promise, tomorrow I will post on something productive, like how to screw up a four step biscuit recipe.

I like to eat biscuits, drink tea and stare at my baby when I just want to be still for a minute. 

In closing, I leave you with this question:
What do you like to do to wind down?  Knit?  Sing?  Pick your nose?

I need some ideas so I can avoid sweeping my floor for a few more days.

Cheers!