Why Bother?

Okay, I'll admit it. I'm one of those housewives known to spend a lazy afternoon watching soap operas. I've also spent entire days running up the total of the Mastercard at suburban shopping malls. I've even spent my mornings on the telephone talking to whomever for one, two or three hours. Why? I'll tell you why. To avoid the most futile, frustrating and mundane job ever imposed on mankind. Housework. I'm not referring to the …

…obvious to me that as long as there are humans there will be hair in the john, dishes coveting the countertop, laundry overflowing the hamper, and dust on the television. I feel it's time to forgo this futile, frustrating job of attempted housecleaning. So gather together the Ajax and the Mr. Clean and toss them in the trash! Or do what I do. Tell yourself you'll get to it later. It will always be there.