Procrastinating the day away...

OK, so my in-laws are arriving tonight and I have been putting off cleaning my house until the last possible minute. All weekend I ignored the growing chaos because I knew I would take care of it Wednesday. That's all fine and dandy until Wednesday arrives (which it did, about 13 hours ago, right on time) and I find myself feeling the way I do: I can't think of anything I would rather do less than clean my house.

And so I blog. About nothing, really. My best work has always come when I am under serious pressure, so I'll be running around the house spraying and sweeping and dusting and vacuuming starting around, oh...let's say 8:30 -- which will give me 2 hours before they arrive. Plenty of time, especially if I drink 3 or 4 energy drinks with dinner.

Now that that's settled, let me show you our new pet:




Yep, that's an armadillo. I got used to seeing these in Texas, but I was kind of surprised to see them in Georgia. I was even more surprised to see one alive, since they usually decorate the sides of highways around here (and colorfully, I might add). We have at least two that live behind our back fence and come dig up bugs under the trampoline almost every evening. But yesterday this guy was chillin' in our front yard and was not at all concerned about our kids being close by.


They're actually sort of cute, in an "armored rat" kind of way, and they're faster than you'd think when they decide to get going. What was less cute was discovering that it located an ant hill in one of my front beds and decided to go for broke digging it up. I'm not partial to the ants, but I'm not so big on armadillos doing this to my flower beds either:



Yeah, so that's fun.

Also fun:

At least he's trying to clean, right? This was Rylan's spray bottle of water for when I do her hair. What you can't really see in the picture is that he had sprayed so much of it that there was a pond on the counter that was cascading down onto the floor. Good times.

I have decided that my boys were nudists in their former lives, because it's all I can do to keep their family jewels covered throughout the day. Branik is okay with leaving his diaper on (as long as he can accessorize as he pleases), but yesterday Boone looked over about halfway through dinner and started snickering (but trying to hide it from the kids -- you know how well that works). I asked him what was so funny, and he said, "Did YOU notice that Keaton is naked from the waist down?" Nope. Hadn't noticed. He was wearing a shirt and when he's at the table I can only see him from the shoulders up, so he was able to sneak into his seat while we were finishing up dinner and no one was the wiser.

*Note to self -- clean that chair TWICE before in-laws arrive.

Sigh. I guess I should really go try to do something productive, like shower. I don't have the energy to write about how swimming lessons are going, so I guess I'm done. I wasted a good hour on this post (picture uploads people, picture uploads) which I will consider another success in the "putting off the inevitable" area of my life.

Any suggestions for armadillo names?