I wouldn't even have bothered to eat the darn lucky charms, and goodness knows I'm not cleaning anything up. I swear, it's been about 18 months since I've felt like cleaning anything. I can barely stand to do the laundry, and that's only because my kids can't do it right, and my husband complains if I wait until he has no clean underwear left before I do it, which I've done many times over the past 18 months. Just can't seem to pull myself out of this funk!