So I don't know who was in my body last night but it wasn't me. DH was on call so I decided to clean. I got home just after five and in three hours I cleaned every nook and cranie of my living room and kitchen. What does it say that it took me three hours to do two rooms. DH was making lunch for himself today and I told him if the kitchen wasn't as clean as I left it when I got home I might kill him. Our cabinets were being taken over by food we never eat, there were duplicates of so many spices, it was just a mess. I'd still like to do our bedroom, my office and the main bath but they may just have to wait until DH is on call next week. :>