Monday Morning

So I'm trying to take a day off. Its been a few weeks since I've actually taken our day off and not worked. But that means, unsurprisingly, that I'm trying to shut my eyes to the deep and abiding layer of dog hair that is coating every surface and the layer of toys over that and the sprinkling of cinnamon roll crumbs over that. As I sit here I can hear some small suitcase being drug downstairs. Perhaps someone is preparing to move out. If we don't pack everyone up and get out of this house for the afternoon, I'm going to start cleaning and that will ruin everything.