I have the hardest time getting things done in broad daylight. My brain seems to wake up at night and the OCD goes into "hyperactive hyperdrive! and astro...turf!"
Which is why I spent three hours this evening doing absolutely nothing but breathing, and somehow I am awake and cleaning the jungle of stuff that is my room in the wee hours of the morning. I really hope mom and dad are still asleep, but the floor has some squeaky spots, so I don't know if it is reasonable to hold out hope on that front. Probably they are down there counting the days until I move back to Logan and they can rest easy and teenager free once more.
Back to work. Happy cleaning!