Random Falling Apart-ness

I cannot do heavy housework right now, but I do think I can probably manage the bottle of Windex.  Looking at my back door, one would think we are the owners of a great dane who likes to jump on it with dirty paws.  Not so.  For some reason, my children feel they must push on the glass whenever they run in from outside.  They do have dirty paws.

The abject laziness is spreading, too. My son was sitting in the living room when I noticed his mismatched socks.  He told me he had dropped one off at the computer desk, then realized it later in his room.  Rather than changing the socks, he just picked up a dirty, inside-out, old crew sock.

How’s your weekend?