I *haven't* however, cleaned my house, done laundry, gone to the store, finished my work for tomorrow, or prepared for my two upcoming trips. None of it. Nada.
It is now 4pm, and so help me GOD, these tasks will be complete by the time I go to bed. I cannot go out of town with my house looking like this again. I walked in Friday and thought, "If my plane crashed, and someone had to come in here to get Sam and to collect my things, I would be so embarrassed." Yeah, I know... I would be dead, but I would still be embarrassed.
It really wouldn't matter if I met "Mr. Perfect" today, anyway. I'd never let him walk in the door.
So this is me, signing off... I think I'll tackle the kitchen first. Or maybe laundry... that way it can be washing while I clean my den... but if I do my bedroom first then I'll probably find all the clothes that I need to take to the cleaners... GAH!! Garbage. Definately taking out the garbage first.