Ah, the drudgery of household chores!
Sometimes I wish the laundry would magically sort themselves by colour, carry themselves into the washer, hang themselves dry in the afternoon sun, fold themselves into my closet and iron themselves for me to wear. That the dust that collects on my bedroom floor would vacuum itself, the trash walk itself to the rubbish collection corner downstairs and the bedsheets give themselves a new outfit. Or that the grout in the bathroom wall would clean itself, the body soap that runs out refill itself into the pretty pink bottle, the hair that clogs up the drainage clear itself, and the icky stuff that gathers around the sink simply evaporate into thin air.
I'm so spoilt, but I did just spend an entire afternoon being domestic.
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