Today I'm going to rehab.
Doemstic rehab, that is.
After weeks of home renovations, parties, guests, crazy schedules and general insanity, this house is unfit for higher functioning humans.
Not dirty, just disorganized to a point of handicap. We have clean clothes, they are just not in the drawers. Today, I couldn't find M's school shoes and S. left his homework on the counter. J-Dog hasn't slept right in days. We just need to not only clean up, but clear out.
So I'm putting all of my other stuff on hold for the day and getting to work on the house.
Maybe I'll find some inspiration underneath the pile of towels.