Well, it's time I faced it. I have been avoiding housework for far too long, and it's gotten a little scary over here. The cats are on a mountaineering expedition on the laundry pile in the basement, I've forgotten what color my counters are, you need radar feet to navigate around the toys, and the bathroom, well, let's just not go there, okay? It's just that after a long day of wrangling spring-fevered six and seven year olds a girl needs to hide out with her yarn. And a drink. Is that so wrong? Ironically, the only clean room in the house is my knitting room--maybe that's why it took me so long to notice the squalor building around me.
So no knitting for me today. Really.
Off I go to locate the vacuum. (sniff)