I am never done picking up the house.

In the spirit of full disclosure, let me first tell you that Chris was a huge help tonight. He cleaned up the Florida room, which is Izzy's playroom, and he shampooed the rug in our bedroom.

But last night I took this picture of the floor beside a sleeping Chris:


I had this pile of papers on the bed and when Chris went to bed, this is what happened. No, I did not have it in a neat pile either, but sheesh. Then as I walk through the house tonight, I picked up two of his dirty shirts which were in the hallway and put them in the laundry, picked up his dirty socks out of the living room and put them in the laundry, and I carried through his dirty glass out of the living room.

These are the types of things that get done a million times a day and Chris never notices, and then when we're "discussing" household duties, I always forget about them. So here they are, noted for perpetuity.

Oh, the joys of being a wife.