The Dirty House Pixies

What happened to my humble abode? Awakened this morning, fully rested after a nice day off, only to discover someone has broken in to the house and made a mess of it. Nothing was taken...oh, no they couldn't have been that nice. Instead, they brought junk with them and left it. Not only that but they also made a mess of every room. Who would stoop so low?
This cannot possibly be my fault. Or could it be that I managed to not look at what was happening while getting ready for market? Nah, it has to be the dirty house pixies....creeping in at night while I was sleeping. Nasty creatures who just play with no thought of the consequences. Something must be done about these vermin. Who you gonna call?
Not a housekeeper, 'cause I would have to clean up before I could let them in. Of course, I am not too embarassed to post it to the blog...but then you don't get the full effect in pictures. You can't see the dust bunnies, the cat hair and notice there were no pictures of the bathroom. New life forms are growing there. Don't want to disturb flora springing forth new life.
What is one to do? A plan, that's the answer. One room at a time...should be finished...oh, late 2007. There is all the other stuff I have and want to do. Finish the blue abstract quilt, now titled "Sea Stones" for Visions so I can have more than one entry. Finish the new leaf quilt, still untitled. Follow up on all the market obligations, i.e. brochures to distributor. Enlarge two new drawings.....obviously, this is how I lost control of my living space. It is way down on the list of things to do.
I blame my mother. Hey, that's always a good excuse. Bless her heart..she always had a maid and never made me do anything. Remember I was an only child....the good news is I was fairly pampered; the bad news is I never learned how to clean house. On the other side of the coin, it doesn't bother sweet Ronnie.....shucks...why couldn't he have been a neat freak? If he were, this would have long ago been cleaned out of self defense. He doesn't care and he doesn't know how to help since his mother also always had a maid. Injustice, I say. How could our parents have left us so unprepared as home owners?
For sure, nothing is going to get done sitting at the computer. All right, I can take it....I am an adult...well, that might be a bit of hyperbole. Two to three hours cleaning won't damage my psyche and might make a bit of a dent in the disaster. Keep me in your thoughts...hopefully nothing will fall on me, bite me back or give me some new, yet to be named disease. I remain yours stunned at my own lack of skills.