Domestic Husbandry and the Like

SO, today is the day I've decided we're going to clean up the squalor. Our house is somewhat liveable, laundry and dishes are done on a regular basis, but it's all that other stuff that escapes me day to day. Our playroom, for example...is a breeding farm for dustbunnies. It has a cork floor and is a very small room. it also is the dumpsite for all of the daily clutter, junk mail, packets of dead trees that the teacher sends home from school and where my husband lets his brain vomit and die. So, when we let it go, we REALLY let it go. I've been moving the furniture to clean, and I swear the only thing missing is Easter eggs. I found a dust bunny cluster that was the size of my son's shoe! So, you could say I'm in charge of the dust bunny husbandry 'round here. And boy have they been breeding!
Then there is my daughter's room. I tidy it up about every 3 days, but I have no idea why. If you look in there right now, it looks like someone shoved all of the Disney Princesses in there, handed them a live grenade, and shut the door. BLAM! Cheap taffeta and satin everywhere..along with the crowns and wigs. I'll let you know when I finally excavate far enough to find the carpeting.
Then, there is that weird odor emanating from the fridge....it could be salami, but I'm certain it's not. I'm pretty sure that I'm aging some lovely gorgonzola without even trying.
Did I mention that I'm wearing my pajamas and it's after noon?