I've worked all day throughout the house; Elise has de-worked right behind me.
Seems like my house can be clean or organized, but not both. Not at the same time. Some of you just don't believe me, but it's true.
I'm kind of a slob.
Oh, I like things to look pretty, but I have a high tolerance for dirt. Unfortunately, my husband doesn't.
And even though he would never, ever say so, I can tell that the gritty floor does more than stick to his bare feet.
It gets under his skin.
The last few months I've had renewed energy about doing my best for him, just as he spends every day working so hard for me. The nice thing about the Internet is that someone else has probably undergone the same transformation.
In this case, Elizabeth (In The Heart of My Home) writes it more beautifully than I ever could.