I've discovered the secret!



Hubby's been fighting a cold and conked out on the sofa after dinner for about 3 hours.  I was able to get the kitchen actually clean, the laundry actually done, and the bathroom something close to sanitary because I didn't have "hubby the human hurricane" tearing around the house.  I love him dearly, but he's one of these super-creative types who isn't happy unless he's doing 5 things at once.  (Leaving 5 different messes!)



So I've either got to give him some Nytol or do the cleaning at 3 a.m.