Miracles come in all shapes and sizes

I haven't been working.
I've always liked staying busy, and this is no exception. Whole areas of my house are suddenly organized and moved and labeled and .... But I'm soooo bored. My days are blending together. I actually slept until 11:15 the other morning. Who does that? Oh, right- lazy people who don't work. Ugh, am I turning into that?
I need something to consume my days with. I've turned into Martha-Freakin'-Stuart. I cook constantly (normally Husband's job). Laundry is all caught up, DVD's are alphabetized (I'm NOT kidding), my bookshelves are neatly lined with all of my books (sorted by author and size). My underwear is folded into neat little squares in my top drawer, and all socks are mated- lemme tell ya, for two people, we ought to have a record amount of socks under one roof. Somebody call Guinness Book Of World Records!!
No, not about the damn socks! Call them because Heather's house is clean! It's a miracle. And, it will be even more miraculous if it makes it to Saturday afternoon.

Alas, I still yearn for the day that I can't find the other teeny tiny sock that matches the cute outfit auntie got our baby, or find a dirty diaper in the laundry hamper because I was too tired to realize it wasn't the trash can. I even look forward to waddling and stretch marks. I'm certain that would all ease my boredom.

Yes, please.