Nothing. And here is where I should end this post.
But I'm not. I am going to regale you with tales of my boredom. I am going to tell you the dishes aren't done and the floor needs vacuuming and the only really efficient thing I have done this week is organize one shelf of my closet.
The phrases most uttered out of my mouth this week have been:
"Madison, shut up. I am tired of it."
"Montel, you do NOT need outside again! You are only ringing those bells to be a jerk"
"I am going to kill you all and then where will I be? PRISON. But I will be happier, dammit!"
Although, on second thought, they don't really send you to prison for killing your dogs. Siblings, maybe.