I have a short list of things that bring me joy, and a clean house is on it.
When my house resembles the picture below, I fantasize about staying in a hotel, because a maid comes in and tidies up.
Sure, I long for a fairy godmother (or godfather) to *poof* my house clean.
But I don't believe a clean house is a sign of a wasted life.
So I set the timer, grab the broom, and keep my home in reasonable shape every week.
After all, who doesn't love climbing into a neatly made bed at the end of the day?
Does part of your vacation fantasy involve a hotel with a maid?
Have a wonderful Monday!