I had to share an occasion that is as rare as an honest politician: after three hours of sweeping, mopping, and a fresh coat of wax, the hardwood floors are spotless! And look at that shine that defines just how ragged and arid my hands are after all the buffing motions that would make Mr. Miyagi proud.
(Kindly ignore the spare bedroom's door that is getting a fresh coat of paint as we speak.)
It was a short lived victory, seeing as we had two abominable snow puppies ready to come in after an afternoon of chasing each other around. Oh well, if you want to be a Border Collie parent, there's certain sacrifices.