I hate cleaning. Surely no one actually likes it, but I just hate it. And for some reason I just can’t keep up with the house here. Once I’m done with the yard it’s time to clean inside again, then back to the yard and round and round we go. Is this what owning a house feels like? I’m beginning to think this whole house thing is a sham.

I also don’t mind doing laundry, I just hate folding it afterward. Right now I have a pile of clean clothes on my bed that every evening I gently put on the floor and then back on the bed again in the morning. I also have on mismatched socks…somewhere in the pile there are correct partners to both of the socks I’m wearing, somewhere in that pile…

Back to cleaning…

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