Getting it all done

My routine has been sadly disrupted the last couple of weeks, and the cottage has suffered for it. Which means that the whole family has suffered. Our home is usually a haven, somewhere to rest and be comforted. This week, it has been a never-ending carousel of unfolded laundry, dishes to wash, and piles of flotsam and jetsam that must find its way to its rightful home. That means stress and aggravation, and the overwhelming desire to get out! Leaving the house is a relief, but unless I'm going to live in a hotel, I have to face the mess sometime. Hmmm... I think there's a suite at the Jefferson calling my name...