The first day of Spring. (pro-housewife)

I woke up at 8 am yesterday, and thought I had overslept. I hadn't, but I still couldn't go back to sleep. I had promised Sigurd to do his laundry, and as I had my own mountains of it as well, I just got to it right away. I filled six washing machines, and later filled three clothes dryers. I also had to hang up some of it (a lot of it) in my room, and it got to a point where I couldn't sit down anywhere.
Usually I do this on very rainy days when I have nothing else to do, but yesterday was a Spring day. It was sunny, 12 degrees, the snow was only spots here and there, and I heard birds sing for the first time in months. And on days like this, the house-wife gene in girls like me pop out, so it was pretty natural for me to clean my room, my bathroom and my kitchen thoroughly. Dusting shelves and all..

I felt very happy all day long, doing the things I have hated my whole life.
It must be the magic of Spring.
Or a sign of pro-housewifeness...