I wash clothes, I dry clothes, I sort clothes, I fold clothes, (I don't iron clothes - don't judge me), I put clothes away then I wash clothes, I dry clothes, I sort clothes...
Same with dishes. Same with vacuuming, sweeping, mopping, cleaning bathrooms, scrubbing toilets, cleaning the kitchen, wiping surfaces, tidying, buying groceries.
Most of the time I just get on with it cheerfully but sometimes I get struck by an overwhelming sense of futility. It's a Sysephian (I can't spell that) task. I can't afford a cleaner. How do you cope with the numbing sense that housework is a huge waste of life?? 