Truly, I’m trying to find it in me to be appreciative of this ordinary day, but it’s really hard when I woke up to this:

and this,

and this,

and this,

and this.

I don’t think there’s is a single clean surface in my house.

On the other hand, I suppose I could concentrate on being appreciative of the weekend that got me into this mess instead.  It was GLORIOUS, and not a stitch of housework got done.

The weather…perfection.

The installation of the new sandbox…pure joy (except for the sand on my floors and in my laundry.)

A Girl’s Night with my dear friend Anywho…more relaxation than I’ve had in a long time.

Zan home to share the weekend with us…total contentment.

And the kids getting along and happy…peace (and the daring hope that the summer vacation won’t be pure torture after all.)

So, I sacrifice a beautiful Monday slaving over my house, turning it back into the home I like, but in trade I got a weekend that I won’t soon forget.  Sounds like a fair trade to me.