I have a couple of signs in my kitchen. One says housework makes me want to croak and it has a cute picture of a frog on it and the other one says whenever I think about housework, I lay down until the feeling passes.  So from those two little signs you can tell I am not fond of housework.  I think I do an alright job considering I have two tornadoes running and crawling through the house all day, but now that I can’t do anything I really want to clean my house.  I tired unloading the dishwasher today, but could only do the dishes on the top rack and that was exhausting.  Bill took the boys out today and I got up and tried to sweep the floor.  It was driving me crazy to see Cheerios on the floor underneath Baden’s high chair.  I got it swept up, but couldn’t get it in the dust pan.  I am hoping that once I am all healed up that maybe this feeling will stay with me and I will be a better housekeeper and organizer, but I guess until then I will just lay down until the feeling passes.