Cleaning is all my life seems to be comprised of at this moment. I continually ask myself why and isn't there more to life than this. Surely there must be some reason for this never ending cycle of the house getting dirty and me having to clean it.
Perhaps it's to achieve some higher plane of existence? Perhaps I will discover the meaning of life as I clean while I'm being undervalued, unaided and unappreciated by my family? Perhaps I will uncover the great secrets of life, the universe and everything else as I attempt to remove this triple threat from my very existence?
I'll let you know after I clean up these bottles that came the other day and are cluttering up my kitchen counter.
Until next time
Yours in Yarn,