My house is a wreck but at least we have the tree up. Although it IS leaning a bit to the left....
Why is it that my kids' finals and helping research for internships means a pile of files being searched for transcripts and heaps of papers fluttering about while stepping over stacks of books and trying to get Christmas lists filled means finally giving cash to family members instead of trying to make sense of their Amazon wish lists while laundry heaps twitchily become sentient and move slowly towards the door.
At least I got the dishes done. I couldn't see the faucet.