Can I slink onto this thread and apologise for not being here for a few months please?
I'm in a complete state of despair over here. Life has been chaotic, with both good and bad things going on. As a result I did sweet FA getting ready for Christmas bar buying a few presents, figuring I could get most things done in the last week.
Well didn't karma just come and bite me in the behind big time! 
Last Friday I fell down the stairs holding DS2 and very badly sprained my left ankle. I have severe bruising from the toes to just below the knee, it was incredibly swollen and I needed crutches just to get around for a few days. Fortunately DS2 wasn't hurt - actually that's what made the fall worse, I was focussed on holding him and making sure he didn't get hurt and so didn't have a hope of saving myself.
That evening, after our trip to A&E (x-rayed, not broken) DS1 was having a bath and I notice spots on him. Yep, you guessed it, chicken pox.
Of course on Thursday night I had been to Ikea and had gone and bought a whole lot of flat pack furniture with the intention of sorting the boys room out over the weekend, and getting a large piece of furniture out of the living room and into their room (making room for a Christmas tree, and it was too close to the fire place that will be going in so had to be moved out anyway) and emptied all of the toys out of their room and took them all downstairs on Friday.
DH was flying abroad on Saturday and wouldn't be back until Christmas Eve.
So on Friday poor DH had to lug all the flat pack furniture out of the car into the DS's room so that I could at least drive the car around.
I then spent the weekend in agony doped up to my eyeballs on pain killers, then proceeded to work on the boys's room (varnished the 2nd half of the floor, extra coat of paint on walls, painted the skirting, moved the furniture back to where it should be, pulled apart a broken chest of drawers and took to the dump, pulled apart their small wardrobe and brought it in pieces downstairs, built the flat pack wardrobe, brought the large chest of drawers up the stairs to their room, built, the shelving unit to go on top of the drawers)
Instead of taking me the 2-3 days I envisaged, this of course took me all week. Today I have been attacking the lounge room which looked like an out of control toy shop. Picked up some extra toy storage units to get the toys into.
I still now have the dining room and kitchen in a complete state, the pulled apart wardrobe is sitting in the corridor waiting to be taken into the shed, the kitchen needs a VERY good clean, don't even want to think about my bedroom.
Aughhh!!! Everything is taking so long as I hobble around in pain, with DSs who are getting fractious with being cooped up and no DH around until tomorrow. I'm so upset with myself and so depressed about all this that I almost broke down in tears several times today.
My foot is telling me STOP, but I just can't because I have so much to get done
. The mess was so bad I couldn't even follow the crisis clean steps. But now that the lounge room and boys' bedroom are almost done I will do the 15 minutes per room bursts to get this place under control. Just need some hand holding....