I know I need to clean the house. I do. But I don't wanna.
I'm in pain. My neck and back are killing me, and these two kiddos don't understand that and still insist on being carried, lifted, yanked away from the toilet, etc. Besides, it's Bizarro Dad's day off, so he can (and does) help take care of the little ones.
So, begging your pardon, I'm spending my time watching Chocolat and A Day Without Mexicans, thank you very much. Cleaning can wait, or maybe my brother can get off his keister and wash some dishes for a change.