Consciousness. I am conscious. That is a big deal, seeing as it's, you know, before noon. I've actually been up since 8. I took the kids over to my parents house so they could see my Dad before he left. It's cold an rainy. I'm back in my bed now, cuddled up with Ali (bc there is no school, again) and watching NCIS. Yes, my 5 year old is watching NCIS, but it's a tame episode, and I want her to grow up and be like Abby. Just sayin. Dylan is in the living room watching Diego, and It's an overall quiet, lazy, cold rainy/icy day. And I like it.

I could get up and clean. I mean, I'm up, after all. I could go do dishes and put away laundry and mop my floors. I could be a productive mom. I could be not lazy and get up and do something. But then I wouldn't get to lay in bed and cuddle with my favorite 5 year old. And I guess that's okay with me. I'm at this cross roads. I could either let the guilt eat me up, and feel horrible about myself bc I'm a horrible mother and awful housewife, orrrrrrrr, I can lay here and cuddle with my girl, and we'll clean later. Yep, I think I'll take that one.

I have therapy later today. Then I'm going to get my hair cut off. I don't know how short yet, but it has to go. It's long and it's causing me to have headaches. Anyhow, I'm going to lay down and watch the rest of NCIS. I'm tired, but I won't sleep. And if I do, I won't feel guilty about it. :)