I feel ashamed to admit this, but, since I went back to working in an office, we have become stunningly lazy about housework. We do laundry, but other than a quick dash through, not much is getting cleaned. I realized it was bad last night when Beazer started licking the floor in the kitchen. Nothing had dropped on the floor that I remembered, but he was licking away like a kid with a lollipop. Either he's losing it or our floors are a cesspool of neglect. I'm not sure whether I felt more like a bad mother for letting my step-dog lick the floor, or a bad wife for letting the floor get to the point where the dog wanted to lick it.
Have I mentioned the family is coming over on Saturday for Left-brain's mom's birthday?
We've been running around, making semi-neat stacks of things, hiding other things, announcing to each other that various important documents are in the office. I'm almost at the point of shoving things under my side of the bed, though, to be honest, I always shove things under my side of the bed, and it's getting full under there.
I have put away most of my wayward stitching. By "put away", it's been carried into the laundry room and garage temporarily. My new mantra is that, if I want to have S.E.X., I'm going to go heft the LL Bean tote bag with a stack of magazines in it that I want to stitch from. I think that should end any cravings I have.
I still have a half-completed necklace on the dining room table. I have a feeling if it disappears into the sewing room, it's not coming back out intact.
Speaking of which, Left brain asked if I was going to clean up the sewing room. I looked at him. We'll just lock that door.
I'm hoping to have most of the stuff done tonight. We'll save the floors for last--it's kind of pointless to clean those too early, since Beazer drools.
Hopefully I have time to upload a few quick pictures.