For those of you who have been there, done that or are currently doing that, I have a question to pose:
I spent my morning cleaning. I mean really cleaning. Bathrooms, kitchen, vaccuum, beds, laundry and even washed my floors. Yes, even the litter box was a pristine little clay sand pile. When I left to go volunteer at Abby's school, my house was beautiful. Or really, as good as it gets.
Within 3 minutes of my family coming in the door, there were:
Leaves wafting across my floor
Paw prints in the entry room
Backpacks, coats, a sweatshirt and shoes strewn everywhere.
A laundry basket filled with the day's clothes.
"David, what the hell?!? Did you even notice it was clean when you walked in?? Please tell me you saw that it was perfectly clean!"
"Um.... I was distracted. The cat just pooped in the litter box and it smells."
All that work, and in the 15 seconds it was visible, the whole thing was negated because the cat chose that moment to poop.
So, for those of you who have or have had pets and children and husbands and a fleetingly clean home, does the memory of the spotlessness sustain you, or is there knee-jerk reaction to frantically clean it again just to enjoy it??