I was possessed by the spirit of a manic 1950s housewife today. That’s the only explanation I have for what transpired.

I had a list as long as my arm of things I needed to get done. Some day, eventually. Not necessarily on a nice Sunday.

But I woke up with the NEED to clean the house. This led to sweeping, mopping, dusting, washing the walls and doing all the laundry, making a casserole and ninjabread men.

Yes, I said ninjabread men. Cause they were ninjas. I even kept the kids occupied during this time by decorating their tiny ninjabread men.

And I wrapped my Christmas gifts. Well, mostly. I think I have some in the closet upstairs still, but that’s where naps were occurring. I bought the last of the gifts yesterday, because next month has very few free days and I hate the malls in December.

My feet ache from the percussive effect of all the housework in bare feet, but I feel calm. All the energy that drove me like a motor is gone, my feet are burning, but my kids are fed and happy, with ninjas for lunch tomorrow, and the floor is shiny.