You see, if we didn't live in the country and share our bit of the range with little country mice, I wouldn't be forced to wash each and every single dish and sweep up every crumb each night, no matter how tired I am or how late it is. (Well, Kansas Dad and I share the duties, though I would like to handle it more often as there are so many things he does that I cannot do.)
I'm only being a little facetious. It's really a wonderful thing to come out in the morning to a perfectly clean kitchen. When we lived in town, I often let the dishes slide until the morning and facing them was such a sad way to start the day.
