Ran dishwasher, and then emptied it and refilled it. (That’s what happens when you don’t do anything before you go to bed the night before.
Washed and dried a load of laundry.
Mopped kitchen. (No, I’m not conquering the weekly task concept yet, but when you spill sprite all over the floor, but think it’s water so you only wipe it up casually, you kind of have to mop the next day.)
Did 5 minute pickup.
Last night I:
Laid on the couch with a maybe-maybe not stomach virus brought on by all three of my kids having had it this week. I’m a master at conjuring psychosomatic symptoms.