After the weekend there always seems to be so much housework to catch up on. Laundry, cleaning, tidying, a little shelf rearranging (it puts a little smile on my face to see my depression glass out again) and an after school play date.
Feeling content that the house is relatively clean again. Of course this self-set standard is proportional to the number of kid's in the house. But good enough is good enough, don't you think?