Oh sorry - I got nothin'. The books are thicker, the shoes are bigger, the dirty clothes make bigger piles...but I'll let you know if it ends at our house anytime soon.
Let's just hope no one dies of a beaver.
(Backstory: the bub told me that there was this lady he learned about at school who died from a beaver. I asked him how that happened?!? He said that he didn't know, maybe the beaver poked through her skin.
The mystery was solved after I discovered that they learned to sing "Molly Malone" in music today.)
Hey... I have chronic pain too and while I have a full-time job and therefore a change of scenery, I do 90+% of the home/childcare otherwise ... and I have to scrape up the $ to pay for my full-time childcare. So I feel your pain :P
Right now, my carpet is desperately in need of a vaccum. There are books, dog toys, playmobil, lego and lightsabers scattered all over every level of my home. I have a mountain of laundry to wash and a mountain to fold. Desperately need to do groceries and my psyche cannot handle the weekend shopping crowds.
But my dishes are in the dishwasher, my toilet was scrubbed this week and everyone is fed. So I'm going to call it a draw. In fact, if I can throw something into the crock pot for supper and thus not have to face real cooking, I'll feel like a goddamn wizard.