ewing box； the mop； and the linen closet。 （I’m doing my best to re…conceive that idea！）
You too way have noticed that doing housework is like fining a sieve with water。 Phyllis Diller sums it up nicely： “Cleaning the house while the children are growing is like shoveling snow before it stops snowing。
Negative rewards。 We face them daily。 Do it right and no one remembers； but do it wrong and no one forgets。 Maybe you’ve noticed that there’s not a lot of glory at home。 We don’t often receive accolades or pats on the back （with the obvious exception of Mother’s Day or Father’s Day）。 And where are my loyal supporters the rest of the year？ Why； they’re spilling milk in my clean refrigerator； throwing gum wrappers in their sock drawers； and volunteering four hundred cupcakes for the next PTA meeting （which is usmlly this evening）。 No wonder we conclude that organizd living is best left to the childless； the single； or to incredibly stouthearted parents！
All this leads me to why getting things in order is exciting！ When you have a closet； a cupboard； or a drawer in perfect order； that one little area seems to say； “You’re doing a wonderful job！ Keep up the good work！” What motivation！ It’s terrific to feel those words； because chances are ten to one you’ll never hear them。
Every day I get letters from people all over the country。 Invariable I get one that says； “Today I cleaned out my closet。 Every five minutes I go in there—just to look at it！”
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