Fever

I'm feeling spring fever in the worst ways.

It has been deliriously gorgeous here, in the 70's. I took myself on a long walk yesterday and had to fight the urge to to take off gallivanting through the park, as I decided that being with child gallivanting is not so much a good idea.

I'm just itching to do some spring cleaning. I want de-clutter my drawers and empty my closets, organize my linens and scour the toilet bowl, I want to launder, fold and iron, make all my towels smell downy fresh, I want to Febreeze to my hearts content and be overcome by the power of Pinesol, I want to dust and shine and polish, I want to clean chair rail molding and crevices with a toothbrush...and after my walk I had very good intentions to do just that.

But then I sat down to recover from my near gallivanting...and never got back up. After my near gallivanting I couldn't quite muster the strength to even take off my shoes.

Meh.

I guess there is always tomorrow. Or the day after. And next week.