Our adult toys were stuffed in a pillowcase under the bed, where I'd thrown them when my kids came into our room Saturday morning. I got home from work on a Wednesday afternoon to find my house beautifully cleaned and our pillowcase full of toys on my perfectly made bed. I had forgotten to move them for cleaning day, and our cleaning lady had cleaned under the bed. I threw the pillowcase up on a top closet shelf as I felt my face turning red hot even though there was nobody there to see it.