The Nap Stopwatch

I sit and listen carefully for the talking and squirming and tossing of toys out of his crib to stop and then POW! I start the clock. I have approx one to one and a half hours to get it all done, shower, get dressed, catch up on email, do the morning dishes (tick, tick, tick) throw in a load of laundry, write on my blog (tick, tick) sweep, vacuum, make the bed, organize the basement, get the mail ready for the post office (PT work at home job), make another pot of decaf (why? I don't know, it's a psychological addiction), add to the pile going to Goodwill (tick, tick, tick, tick) make an appointment with the vet, order shower presents for 16 different women (Whaaaaat it is in this water? HEY! I'm here all week, try the veal!), worry about paying my bills online then pay my bills online, try to figure out how I can make some extra money, peruse craigslist, realize that nobody get hired off of craigslist, peruse the "for sale" items on craigslist, remind myself to stay focused (tick, tick) fill the birdfeeder (birds need love too), take out the recycling, figure out what to make for lunch, pick up the dog crap in the back yard, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick....MAMMM, MAAAAMMMAAAA!! Times up, shit, all I really accomplished was watching last Friday's episode of Supernanny (thank goodness I am so superior to those people). Oh well, one more day without a shower won't kill me...oh my God, who AM I!?!