I am heading down the hall to clean my children's bedrooms. If I'm not back in two hours, call out Search and Rescue.
Update #1: The first bedroom is done. I started it yesterday, so no need to think I'm remarkably speedy or anything. My 11-year-old daughter and 6-year-old son share that room -- I used to have my daughter sharing with the baby, and my 8-and-6-year-old sons sharing, but the two boys kept trying to kill each other. There's less bloodshed this way. At any rate, after cleaning up about six million beads (and purposely vacuuming up most of them) off my daughter's side, and a whole bunch of orange peels (whatever) and paper scraps from my son's side, I can now breathe a sigh of relief in that newly vacuumed, toys put away, potential-mold-making-disaster-averted room.
Now, for the other room -- the baby's crib broke this morning and DH is fixing it. As soon as he's done, I'll go in there and clean. I hope it takes him a long, long time . . .
Update #2: Done! (Insert fiendish laugh) I wrangled my husband into helping me. The crib is sort of beyond help, so for our romantic anniversary date tonight (which we're finally getting, a full week late) we're going to go look at bunk beds. Let me just say, nothing says "twelve years of marriage" like thinking shopping for bunk beds is romantic.
I believe I've now handled roughly 47,000 Bionicle pieces and 30,000 pieces of paper, not to mention the aforementioned orange peels and beads. But -- those two rooms are clean!! Tomorrow I'll hit my room and the kitchen, and then on Monday I can attack the BIAM with less guilt.