hanging my tomorrows on the bones of yesterday

I keep trying to clean off the coffee table in order to host a pyjama party for Xmas, but every time I do, I then have to use it as a staging area for more cleaning and reorganizing.

I don't have spoons left to deal with this. If I just throw everything in the bottom of my closet, y'all won't tell anybody, right?

[Also, if you are close enough to DFW to drive then you are invited. Show up with soft blankets and couch cushions and help me make a giant nest full of friends.]