Do you ever look around your home and realize, Man, this place is a mess? It kind of sneaks up on you, gradually getting messier and messier until you realize drastic measures need to be taken.
Chuk was sick last week; I've been fatigued lately (I think my body is trying to avoid his cold); we've been undertaking a lot of cooking experiments; I'm in the middle of a big home project; our power has been flickering, etc. It adds up and then suddenly you can't keep pace with the dishes and the folding and vacuuming haven't been done for longer than you'd care to admit.
Today it ends. I got up early, turned up the music, and I'm getting to work. This place is going to be spic and span by the time Chuk gets home. Won't he be surprised?