I'll admit to not facing the 5:00 kitchen sink with joyful enthusiasm most days-- there are the clean dishes from earlier waiting to be put away before the supper prep dishes can be washed and set to dry. Not particularly inspiring.
But sometimes God sends this light that can make me take a second glance at a plastic pump bottle of lavender soap and dirty applesauce bowls, and I see the way it glances off of the french press. And I think even this is beautiful, worthwhile.
Note: for more (and better) on this topic, do take the time to read The Quotidian Mysteries by Kathleen Norris. It is well worth working through with a pencil in hand, to underline all the gold she's woven into her lecture on "Laundry, Liturgy, and 'Women's Work'".