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Dinosaur train

As I sit here watching dinosaur train with Jordan, I can't help but think of a million things I should be doing instead, like dishes, laundry, couponing, getting ready for the day, or of course blogging. I'm using my phone this time, so I don't have to bust the laptop out and get distracted by Facebook or Internet shopping. Really, I should be doing that on my laptop while couponing, blogging and watching dinosaur train, but why spread myself so thin?
I long for the days I can get stuff done around the house but the reality is that I have to get a million things to get done in Rockford today, that I don't actually want to do either. Such a dilemma! I can feel my eyes wanting to close since Jordan is enthralled with this dumb, damn show... Maybe I could take a small nap before I go back to thinking about everything I have to do today...

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