It's not even as if we've had a particularly arduous week, or that last weekend was in any way weekday-like, but this particular five-day set seems to be dragging its heels, at least in my head.
My house is a mess, because I can do (partially) clean or somewhat tidy, but not both at the same time. I can keep the kitchen clean, the fridge somewhat stocked, and the laundry up to date, but not the bathrooms scrubbed too.
(When we arrived in the first of our three hotels on our recent California trip and looked in the bathroom, Mabel marvelled at how shiny and white everything was. A girl could get used to that sort of thing, if she never had to keep it shiny and white herself. When I got back into our own car at the airport, I have to admit it looked awfully dusty compared to the enormous rental vehicle we'd been driving for the previous few days. And then the added exertion of having to lift one's foot to the clutch and actually change gear... sigh. But I digress.)
Mabel was amusing herself nicely this morning, and at one point I found her lying on her tummy on the hardwood floor.
"I'm just blowing a dead bug across the floor," she told me.
Time to sweep downstairs too, maybe.