In typical resolution fashion, I have started slipping this month. "It must be June at least," I think, "I've been working on this for so long. No? Only Feburary!?" I have started piling instead of putting away in my closet, have pushed cleaning the bathrooms from every Friday to... undisclosed lengths of time, and my husband has done more than his fair share of the dishes. It's time for a little tough love.
Happy Leap Year!