The Most Perfect Apron Ever & Procrastination

I usually have huge plans for weekends. They appear in the form of long lists (always with flowers and stars drawn in the margins). This weekend I wrote this to myself:

1. Clean whole house. Even the gross baseboards.
2. Speaking of gross baseboards, get spare paint out of shed and repaint them.
3. And speaking of gross, explain to Mabel in clear and certain terms why she is to NEVER eat cat poop from the yard again.
4. Work on book edits. WORK I TELL YOU! WORK!
5. Walk. Or your maternity pants won't fit next week.
6. Brainstorm nursery ideas.
7. Make homemade apple sauce.
8. Take Mabel for a walk. Remember the seams of your pants.
9. Work on edits! WORK I TELL YOU.
10. Nap. Preferably with drool.

I'll be honest with you. Most of that list did not get done. Instead of cleaning baseboards I read. I wrote a little bit and then stared into the distance and daydreamed about winning the lottery and buying Matt a new car that doesn't leak coolant all over the driveway. I'm pretty sure Mabel nosed around in Coy's poop again.

It was two days defined by one word: procrastination.

But the best part of the weekend? This apron. Thank you to the loveliest editor in the world, Mary! It's so cute I want to put it on and skip around the house. But I weigh too much these days to actually skip. Plates and cups would rattle right off the shelves and into the floor. So I'll skip the reenactment of a apron-wearing, pregnant, skipping, female King Kong and just take pictures of instead.

The bad news? Because I'm such a big procrastinator, and because I really do have to put my nose to the writing grindstone, I may fall a bit short of my daily posting schedule. But I know you understand. I'm not the only procrastinating, working gal in the world who somehow falls victim to a Fringe marathon on Saturdays as opposed to doing the important things. Like washing underwear.

Too much info? My bad.