Plain and simple.
So not only do we have to keep up with the daily crap around our new house, but we're still unpacking. And little Miss High Maintance doesn't help. And neither does this stupid cold that T got last weekend that he's now passed along to everyone else in the house in one form or another.
Oooooo - and then there's trying to find the crap that you have unpacked. Like last night trying to find my hand-held mixer....found the beaters, but not the mixer. Where it's at is a mystery to me. Hopefully I can find it before I make mash taters again - then again I like lumpy mash taters.