Unexpected bliss!

As a parent more inclined to "Radical Whole life Unschooling" than any other style of parenting, I did my usual:
If the one with a "problem" with the state of things happens to be me, than I'm, the one with a problem. Any action to change the "problem" is thus solely up to me; the one with the problem.
Property manger will be coming in tomorrow with the Orkin guy in their usual bi-monthly invasion of our space. Cool. Cleaned up the one or two pieces of discarded clothes in my  and vacuumed. When my son woke, I then picked up discarded toys and vacuumed his room. I cleaned the bathroom. When my daughter woke, I gave her the choice; me or you? I picked up the clutter in her room and vacuumed. The hallway was cared for. I took a break after leaving the children with my intention for the day without demand or expectation.
   Zoned out in writing, it took a bit for her to get me out of it, but when she did:
Holy fuck! My living room was cleaned up of the toy clutter!
I danced as I vacuumed. Open, clean, clear spaces, to me, are like water.
Now, Please pardon me as I let my inner Valkyrie loose on our Gilbert who thought it might be O.K. to shut my daughter out of a room in her safe space/her home. Yeah, run. I'm about to screech in an unholy manner.......