Where is my motivation?

As I sit here typing, I'm looking at the treacherous pit of crap that is taking over our house.  I've been up since 6:30am, got Little Dude on the bus and off to school.  Had my morning cup of coffee, then I came to  standstill.  I've yet to shower and make myself presentable to anyone, just gawking at the millions of things that need to get done, and should have been done days ago.  I could blame it on the frigid weather, but that excuse does not work with me.  Maybe I've become to comfortable having The Man home with me for WEEKS now, whilst he searches for a new job?  Where the hell is my motivation?