I seem to be on an endless catch-up around the house marathon.  I move from sun up to sun down, but I keep running into undone-ed-ness wherever I turn.  I can’t even blame the girls, who have been making beds, starting the dishwasher, and making their own lunches (!!). My brother-in-law and sister-in-law sent me these unreal flowers for my birthday, and every time I pass them (if I can see over the laundry basket in my arms), I feel as if everything is in perfect, spotless order.  Only a fantastically clean house would have such an arrangement, yes?  Absolutely.  Now, if you’ll excuse me…(ugh)…