Put my clothes on and went in the bathroom to wash my face. Facial soap dispenser betrayed me and squirted all over my clothes. Then I played a game of find Mommy’s toothbrush initiated by the one-year-old. “Where’s Mommy’s toothbrush?” Found it but decided it needed to run through the dishwasher before it could be used. Went downstairs to use spare brush and check e-mail. Doug has the fire roaring and it makes the bedroom just WAY too tempting.