Once upon a time there was a gal named Cynthia who was a good homemaker. Yesterday she was a good girl and cleaned her kitchen/dining/family room, otherwise known as the great room. This happy little gal stood back, sighed with pleasure at the sight of a sparkly clean house, and then went to pick up the kids from school. Within 30 minutes the children pillaged and plundered the pantry, strewing the home with homework, crayons, pencil shavings, smashed bananas on the floor, backpacks strewn everywhere, Ritz cracker crumbs aplenty, etc. The happy homemaker was no longer happy.
When her husband came home that night she tried to explain it this way, "Imagine that you worked so hard on some financial statements for a client. Everything was just right and you were impressed with your brains and abilities. Just then, an angry co-worker comes into your office and hits the delete key. You hadn't saved your work because it's impossible and you were forced to start all over again. But you just couldn't do the same work twice--somehow that made you feel like nothing more than a eunuch. So you watched the food network instead." The husband totally got it. Thank you.