Can I get a whoo whoo?

Woke up this morning determined to get things in my house done. So what did I accomplish? Nothing...laid around in my pjs until I couldn't stand to look at my hair anymore (yes I looked like Medusa with a bad hangover) so I ironed it and changed from PJS to sweats. Oh the life of luxury! Do I dare put on make up or walk around pale faced, I don't think the boys mind. How can I honestly except my 15 yr old to get out of the same lounge pants he has had on since Sat. if I don't get up and get motivated. Yes, he showers but puts those same pants right back on. For those of you who know him, you understand, for the rest of you, its a long story! Why do I let that thing called a guilty conscience override my laziness and cook them breakfast so they don't have to eat another cold BOX of cereal. (There is no such thing as a bowl of cereal around here) It must be love! I guess it"s only right not to except my mom in love to cook everything, even though I know she loves it, I get the evil eye from my hubby, which means get up and quit letting her do everything. Why...I ask? I want to be lazy and sit around eating caramel popcorn and watching Dr. Phil, I don't want to do that overloaded pile of laundry or unload that dishwasher..what the hay? Its supposed to be my vacation. Santa Claus is not coming to see me this year so its the least that I can do for myself, right? Can I get a whoo whoo?