Cleaning and other annoyances

So I got a crazy idea this evening to follow my to-do list that my book insists is a part of every domestic goddess's arsenal. I do nothing but chase a 3 yr. old around all day and I am keeping a day planner like my schedule is so chalk full that I just couldn't possibly pencil anything frivolous in. I'm obviously much too important. Anyway, I'm looking at my joke of a to-do list (i.e. make cookies, drink a gallon of water, water strawberries. I'm trying so hard just to fill up lines!) and I see something that isn't so ridiculous; mop. Being in the southwest we've got tile floors throughout most of our house and between a preschooler, three dogs, and my clumsy butt, they need to be swept and mopped at least once a day. I almost get excited at the prospect of doing something productive and something other than watching reruns of The Office and Sex and the City. I busily begin to pick up my son's Thomas cache that I forgot to make him pick up before I put him to bed (yeah, I'm sure this is exactly the kind of parenting that started me down my path of filth) and move around some of the lighter furniture so that I can have complete access to the floors. I sweep and vacuum the oriental rug, Swiffer my now debris free tile and begin to move the furniture back to its proper place. The last piece, the cocktail table that I loved up until an hour ago, decided to move diagnally instead of straight back and took off my toe nail in the process. Not only did I get the joy of bleeding like a stuck pig for...oh....wait for it....I'm still oozing, but it hurt and while attempting to bolt to the guest bath the dogs were suddenly under the impression that I wanted to play so I had all three of those dopes chasing after me.
On another note, is anyone else completely irritated and annoyed by those stupid Disaronno commercials? I can't figure out which I hate more; those, the old Old Navy commercials with Molly Sims, or the Kay Jeweler commercials (if my husband acted like those idiots I'd throw the diamonds back at him and tell him to grow a pair).
Well, I think I've spread enough sunshine this evening.