I spent two and a half hours cleaning my house today. Two and a half hours (and this is just a regular day) scouring every available surface to eradicate dirt and grime.
It looks like heathen slobs -brought up in a barn- raising Tasmanian Devils that were dying of starvation have been camping out in my living room for weeks.
Why, oh why, do I even bother?
I'm just living minute to minute, hour to hour, day to day.