Son #2 is spending the weekend at a friend's house. So, last night I took Son #1 to see 300 (which was great) and this morning, after sleeping in a bit, I spent 2 hours cleaning Son #2's room.
It is not clean.
It is a hell of a lot closer to clean than it ever is when I don't devote a gorgeous Saturday afternoon to it, but it is still ridiculously messy, even after all my efforts. I am disgusted and frustrated and my nasal passages are full of dust.
It is now closing in on 1:30, and as God is my witness, I am not going to work on that room any more today. Or else I will go insane.