Housework is the endless effort to make your home appear as if no one lives there.
I have realized that the repetitive action of laundry, dishes, dusting and vacuuming are all for naught once my children arrive home from school.
It takes an entire day to return this house to normal (and by normal I mean to make it look like 3 kids and a dog don't actually live here,)
And maybe they don't. They are only here long enough to soil clothes, stain carpets and dirty dishes. Once they leave for the day, my hours are spent putting it all back together again.
It's the question I often asked myself as I cleaned up toys while they napped.
What is the point. I mean, other than it warms my OCD heart to have things neat and tidy.
Some days I think, 'why bother?'