If my husband were writing this, he’d be shouting AMEN! to this statement. I promise the house looks clean more than it looks robbed, but there are days. And they are really the best creative days, when I let everyone do their own thing, throwing out PB&J sandwiches and slicing apples in between great spurts of writing and blogging. Thankfully, I have a honey who loves a clean home, but understands the realities of living with four busy kids and a wife who writes books. I’m blessed.