My house is clean

And I'm wallowing in it.  Truly, it's very rare for everything to be in its place and the place clean.  Ok, so I could do some dusting.  And the kitchen is no longer clean after we amped up our planned dinner tonight for Nick's folks.  But still, it doesn't look like a ticking time bomb of dishes went off in there.  I keep telling myself that when it's this tidy all I have to do is maintenance.  But... maintenance can be hard when the dishes pile up faster than you can clean them and you have little kids whose needs are more important than my need to have a tidy and efficient home.  Some day I will have a dishwasher.  Some day, we might have enough room for a "play room" where I can just toss all of their toys, out of sight/out of mind.  Someday, my children will be old enough to train to pick up their toys.  Until then, I am willing to handle feeling out of control with the house if it means being able to spend a morning hunkered down face-to-face with my daughter, watching her laugh and exchanging kisses.  But tonight, I am going to walk through a few more rooms before I go to bed to enjoy the uncluttered live I have for the next... 8 hours.