I have one bare foot and one bear foot. (My bear foot has only four toes. It must have lost the other one in the course of some terribly exciting adventure, on which I was not invited). It is my policy, when one of my slippers is missing, to walk around with one slipper on until I find the other one, so the one doesn't disappear in the meantime.
And that is why I haven't been able to do housework today. Because I only have one slipper, and I can't stand on the kitchen floor, which is uncarpeted, with no foot covering. Socks won't work in this situation, obviously. I also can't do housework because I am distraught over the missingness of one of my favorite slippers. Who can work in such conditions?
Perhaps the real reason I cannot get up off the couch to do anything even approaching productiveness at this time is that the clean-dish-putting-away fairy seems to have taken a vacation concurrent with my husband being out of town 15 of the last 17 days (don't worry. He'll be back for a whole day before taking off again). Talk about poor timing. I mean, I can function with one or the other of them missing, but both? At the same time? It's not pretty.
I was doing well--keeping up, anyway. And then my slipper went missing.
Oh well, as a wise friend once told me, the housework will be there tomorrow.
And as I replied to my wise friend, yes it will, and that's part of the problem.
P.S. When I had done enough cleaning-up-of-piles to realize that my missing slipper was, in fact, not under any of said piles, I had a moment of mama-brilliance and looked behind the couch. It was there. I also found a cheez-it wrapper back there, which I didn't even realize was missing. So, you know, sometimes, if you look in the right place, you find things you don't expect. Life lessons.