admitting on a tuesday

While Emily is Blooming on a Tuesday over at Chatting at the Sky, I am admitting on a Tuesday:

I have admitted, in public, my deficiency in the sewing hormone. Now I will admit that I am also deficient in the hormone that controls my cleaning mechanism. I see that the living room is trashed, but I don't care. Messes trigger sleepiness, an intense desire to read and a tendency to surf the web, but rarely a cleaning frenzy. I will now allow the public to read my piece, now two years old, that describes my living room one afternoon in August. My house is not this bad right now, but....

at this moment on my living room floor
sometimes carol and i play
this game in which we
describe
the mess we see at the moment
it’s a coping mechanism
if someone else is as bad as
or worse than me at keeping
house
i feel better about myself
and can spend
the rest of the day reading – guilt free
at this moment
on my living room
floor -
a yardstick
chris’s new balance one lying on its side
a christianity today magazine
a dvd atop a bible
the papers I started grading yesterday
(in seven stacks)
a pair of drumsticks
a gym bag
a slingshot
hank’s nikes one lying on its side
a puzzle out of its box
operation all set up but i can’t tell who won
a sports illustrated magazine
a roll of red duct tape
half a yo-yo
a netflix mailer
two d batteries
a roll of ritz crackers half eaten
two remote controls
indiana jones in lego form
a yankees hat
a plastic parachute attached to a little man
a diminutive darth vader action figure
a pair of football pants
sans protective pads
can you beat that sister?