a happy thought

As I drove home from errands with a tired, on-the-edge little one in the back seat, wishing there was some sort of magic fairy waiting in Ellie's room to put her down for her nap,
I remembered I would be coming home to a freshly cleaned and vacuumed house.

(You can just make out the vacuum lines.)

Ahhh.
Yes, I am the one who cleaned it, but I had just forgotten until that moment.
It made my afternoon.
Nothing beats the look and smell of a clean house.
No, not even a magic fairy.