Yesterday, I had a lazy morning, but come mid-morning I got moving. I cleaned the TV room, living room, dinning room, kitchen and mud room. I also swept/vacuumed all the fore mentioned rooms as well as mopped the mud room. I did enough dishes that I had to fill the strainer very full twice. I also washed and dried three loads of laundry. After all of that, I looked at the house and thought why does it not look like I did anything? Brian was outside the whole time I was working and when he came in he didn't notice the work that had been done. When I told him he was very appreciative, but it is hard when it does not seem like anything has been done. Today I feel the same way. I have washed and dried four loads of laundry then folded all seven loads. I washed dishes, only once this time. Spent time grocery shopping. Cleaned and organized the fridge, freezer, snack cupboard and the food pantry. Then I also made a loaf of banana bread. At least the banana bread made it smell like I did something. Sometimes it seems like we work so hard at the day to day grind and there isn't much to show about it. But, I know that I don't work in vain.