Toothpaste splatterings & liter box mishaps

Two things that are quite simple, daily occurrences that go unnoticed by many happen to reveal themselves as arch enemies to me. How does toothpaste have a magnetic pull to a bathroom mirror, and why is my liter box not satisfied unless something involving me tripping and kitty nastys going all over; or a garbage bag erupting to show the kitchen floor its internals. nevertheless I find myself happier than ever before. Contrary to my counseling sessions consisting of me, the mop and Meyers basil cleaner, I can smile in a dirty house. Sailing down a hill on my schwinn next to my hubby soothes my soul like mopped floors never could. Laughing at a giada recipe gone crazy, and somehow joy is found in a burnt pan. Kitty litter ushers in thoughts of peace and a contentment deeply rooted. Have I achieved a complete sense of contentment in a dirty house? Surely not, (friends, you know?) but brief moments of this deep gladness that my life is just the way its supposed to be breeze through every so often. And soon they come again..they will remain..and they will be a close companion to my heart.