Ugh. My house.
It's as if someone just opened all the drawers and closets in the house, picked it up, and gave it a good shake. When you find a t-shirt tucked behind the sofa cushions, it's time to reconsider your daily tidying habits. I'm overwhelmed to the point where I kind of wander aimlessly through the chaos not quite sure where to begin.
I have a Very Good Friend in town, and we were comisserating about our lack of housekeeping skills yesterday. I commented that I'm so much better at cleaning up her house than I am mine. She came up with a wonderful plan.
Today she comes to my house for two hours to help me clean my house. Tomorrow I go to her house to help her clean for two hours. (We have breaks planned, but if we get on a roll, then so much the better.)
What a relief.