We have a pile of rock in front of our house and have only managed to transport and rake out a small portion of it into our backyard. This week is going to be painful.
Right now I'm waiting for the washing machine's first run to finish (it's been telling me there's only 1 minute left (estimated) for about the past fifteen or twenty minutes--that I've been looking, anyway).
Drew has discovered the joys of climbing on boxes and furniture and is helping us out by moving chairs and the like around whenever he thinks to do so.
Hopefully some semblance of sanity will return in the near future. I wouldn't put any money on it, thought.