Oddly, I have realized that the stress level maxes out when you hit about 15. After that it's, "Great! What's one more?"
Just sent my husband the following email:
Wading through Mt. Paper today. I have filled the shredder bucket twice. No kidding. (Decided I really don't need to keep all the account statements from the last X years when it's all available online.)
Am also bleaching mold out of the bathtub grout. Do I know how to have a fun weekend or what?
Oh, and the funny part? Last year when your mom was here she pointed out a darkened area in the corner of the shower ceiling and saidthat we needed to watch for mold, because there might be a leak in the pipes up there. There is no leak, so I of course let it go all year -- but decided to attack it yesterday in advance of the visit. Filled a sponge with bleach, balanced myself on the tub, knocked the shower curtain rod down on my head, and then realized quite quickly that gravity + holding a bleach-filled sponge over your head is a really, really bad idea.
One ruined shirt later, (oh, and also, can straight bleach change your hair color?) I discovered that the "mold" was, in fact, paint -- in the color that the bathroom was before we had it repainted. Last person to paint apparently overshot the wall and got a bit on the ceiling. Forgot we didn't have Jason repaint the ceiling when he did the walls. Oops.
So...yeah. That was MY weekend. :-) Oddly, though, I am not hating this and am actually looking forward to our table for 26. Methinks the SAD light was money well spent.