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Some weeks I seem to have the Sidam Touch. Why? Well let me tell you why. This week I:
- could not get picture on living room wall to hang straight
- managed to spatter hair coloring from floor to ceiling in bathroom
- utterly failed to convince children that scooting along back of couch was unwise
- watched this movie
- twice
- “lost” loaf of bread at back of fridge until it was blue with mold
- didn’t notice that child’s blankie had been peed upon until beginning of nap-time
- could not remember how to spell “disappointed”
- had to discipline child approximately 17 million times for pulling sister’s hair
- idly wondered (for 20 straight minutes) if cable-tie on computer cord would make serviceable cock ring
- planted self in front of twelve-hour Law and Order marathon and did not move
- except for nap
- er…naps
In short, I suck.
I’m wondering if it’s time to re-evaluate the amount of negative self-talk in which I seem to indulge. Or, more troubling, if my medication is beginning to peter out on me.
Either way, something needs to change and fast.
I am the most incurably lazy devil that ever stood in shoe leather -
that is, when the fit is on me, for I can be spry enough at times.
–Sherlock Holmes in “A Study in Scarlet,” A.C. Doyle




