For the last couple of days, I have been consumed with cooking and cleaning.
This is very unlike me.
The enthusiasm will likely wear thin really soon because:
a) in my house, as soon as you turn your back on something you've cleaned, it is messy again and
b) the more I clean and attempt to organize the more overwhelmed I get by all the clutter, crap and random bits of things I do not recognize. It's as though, at some point, a giant came along and took all our stuff (and we have a lot of it) put it all in a bag, shook it up and then distributed it randomly all over the house.
I think my days as a domestic goddess are numbered.