I feel like Santa set off a bomb in my living room.
There is a nation of Little People, 10,001 pieces of plastic play food, parts of a train set scattered about with little bits of wrapping paper.
It snowed a lot last night, and my tv/satelliette service stopped working yesterday. The snowblower is not working even though DH diligently beat it with a hammer for 45 minutes. But I can be entertained cleaning melted snow off the bathroom & kitchen floors.
And every 1/2hour Lil Miss rides her bike. Indoors.
Not to be a Scrooge, but is it Spring yet? I *need* to go outside (and not be cold.)