Do you ever feel like cleaning is the most futile, time waste of an activity that there is? It is the thing I spend the most time on with the least to show for it. It is like trying to dig a hole at the beach at high tide. I'll get all the toys in the office cleaned up and then move on to the kitchen, but while I am cleaning the kitchen those-who-must-not-be-named are messing the office back up. And even if I do manage to finish cleaning the kitchen (which really doesn't even seem possible some days because a meal always comes along and interrrupts me and adds to my work) and go back to tidy the office back up and then move on to the living room, they will just mess up the kitchen and office as soon as my back is turned. It is like they are following me around, making messes in my wake. I mean, sure, cleaning is a great way to kill time, but in the end you have to ask yourself if the time really deserved to die?