What I Want to Do vs. What I Should Be Doing (vs. What I Am Actually Doing)

What I want to be doing:

Writing a backlog of blogposts full of pictures and charming stories to describe them. Updating you on a month of happenings that linger in the back of my head like songs.

(the feve from our galette des rois this year.)

What I should be doing:

Putting away the clean clothes.

What I am actually doing:

Coping out with this lame blog post just to appease the rare few who come to this blog still just to see if I've maybe written something.

What I want to be doing:

Taking a long hot bath.

What I should be doing:

Probably cleaning the litter, no doubt.

(Sexy Boo Radley agrees.)

What I am actually doing:

Still wearing half of my clothes from work, wishing there were more hours in the day.

What I want to be doing:

Spending some of those extra hours I don't actually have on writing something creative.

What I should be doing:

Some of the dishes so that Husband doesn't have to do that and cook dinner.

What I am actually doing:

Pulling up loose floorboards in my apartment to see if maybe they are loose because somebody hid money under them. Or a body! (Spoiler alert, they didn't.)

What I want to be doing:

Building a paper mache animal head to mount on the wall. Like this:

(Safari animals or Woodland creatures? What do you think?)

What I should be doing:

My French homework, because I finally sucked it up and am paying for lessons to improve my grammar.

What I am actually (going) to do:

Drink South Africa wine with Husband and probably watch our shows.

Because that's what really ends up happening on a weeknight around here, in case you ever wondered. And actually, we're totally shameless about it.