If you tell me my house is a mess....

...I will tell you that Peter is teething. I swear, that boy has about 5 teeth coming in at once right now. The result? He doesn't sleep very well - and correspondingly, I don't sleep very well. This leaves me in a semi-comatose state for most of the day and renders me physically incapable of cleaning my house. Oh, I definitely see the mess... and it makes me anxious... but when it comes to actually cleaning it up I feel a disturbing apathy and have absolutely no desire to do so. My method of coping with this is to try to keep my destructive kids out of the house for most of the day, but inevitably, I will turn my back for a few minutes and all of their clothes will be scattered across their room along with all the toys they simply dumped on the floor. I keep thinking I'm going to vacuum one of these days, but that would require a visible surface to vacuum. I'll have to bite the bullet tomorrow though as my MIL is coming in to town and I don't want to look like a total slacker. Thankfully, my DH will actually do a lot of the cleaning in a rather endearing frenzy when it's his mother coming to visit. Luckily, my mom already knows I'm a slacker so no harm done. :)