It doesn't happen very often but sometimes I clean as a form of therapy. I also scrapbook as a form of therapy but this week has been so hidous that I couldn't even scrapbook. This week teaching has been soul crushing. So instead of sitting at my computer, I started with the dishes while listening to a good scrapbooking podcast. After this I looked at the cabinets and the magic eraser and started at it. Phoebe who cannot resist a good cleaning session joined me (and drenched the floor with water). We might have a very clean house by the end of this weekend.... maybe.