Living out of the clean laundry basket...

Night time - Kids in bed - Dinner done - Dishes done - Curled up on the couch sipping my tea and watching Offspring.  
It's chilli so I have my warm daggy red socks on and my nanna robe feeling lusciously cosy. 
Ad break comes on and my brain kicks back in, should I be doing something? 
Oh what is it? 
Hurry up ads life is catching up, so I flick. I secretly know what it is I should be doing but need this denial to last a little longer.  
It was such a long day, the rain poured and my boys got more and more restless which therefore resulted in wrestling - tears - nagging!  

Tonight I am sick of my voice, sick of my brain and sick of looking at my clean washing basketS! 
Is that what I SHOULD be doing, folding washing? 
So what do I do?
I put them in the other room and close the door!
What's wrong with living out of the clean washing basket anyway.
Back into denial land I go with Offspring and my cup of tea.  
Ain't life grand when you make decisions to just please yourself!


FH