I'm taking a big risk here, people, with what I'm about to show you. In light of the previous pile of laundry shared, this is really going to make me look like a slob. But I've just been having one of those weeks. You know, the kind where things sort of started out messy and then you had three mornings in a row where you were out all morning running errands and with appointments and by the time you got back it was lunch and then nap and a few random things and then it was supper before you knew it and then quick pick up the dishes and chase the kids for an hour trying to get them into bed and then they baby wouldn't go to sleep until nine and you were supposed to do stuff for work but you didn't get to it and then you were exhausted so you just put your feet up and indulged in American Idol? You know, right? One of THOSE weeks.
To be fair to myself, I DID get some things done or almost done. Fleece linings for our knit stockings (still need to be sewn in, but they are made), one window shade for the boys' room (more on these in the future), kids' bedrooms cleaned, dental appointments, everyone has been fed and clothed (although possibly not bathed) and we have clean underwear if not clean sheets. But what seems to happen to me is this: every time I manage to accomplish some small thing, everything ELSE falls apart. For example, this afternoon I got the upstairs bedrooms and bath cleaned. Hooray for me! But here (Dana, this is for you..-*wink*wink*- more photos of the house!) is what has happened in the meantime:
And, I'll be honest, it looks much worse in person.
Really, much worse.
Cuz I'm not frontin'.