Okay, so this isn't my house, but it feels like it.
I am looking at a sink full of dishes, a dishwasher that needs to be emptied, a checkbook that needs to be balanced, clothes that need to be folded, toys that need to be put away, floor that needs to be mopped, school papers that need to be gone through, coupon books that need to be delivered and clothes that need to be marked for the consignment sale. And all this needs to be done before Paul comes home in the morning or I will face his wrath. It's a good thing that I don't "work" for a living or I'd never have time to get it all done. ha ha.