Cleaning Will Be the Death of Me

What can I say about cleaning? The chore that never gets done, the task that keeps going and going, the thorn in my side. Now, all you mothers, I know you feel this way too. Why is the laundry always calling? Why does the floor unsweep itself? Every day I clean to feel like it never gets clean. I could spend each day cleaning the entire house till it sparkled like diamonds only to have to do the exact same thing the very next day. Cleaning could be the sole purpose of my life if I allowed it to be because there is always something to clean. So when people ask who I am, what do I do, I should say, "Oh, I'm Rachel, and I clean." You wouldn't know it if you looked at my house - it's not a disaster, but there's always a room with hidden messes behind the door. Oh, and don't forget, you've got to eat and feed the kids, run errands, take a potty break, pay the bills, make the phone calls, try to exercise, read your scriptures, get dinner on the oven so that you can greet your husband with the aroma of a good meal and smile on your face - while looking pretty doing all of it. I can't seem to get it all done in one day. The sweeping, the mopping, the vacuuming, the dusting, the dishes, cleaning the windows, scrubbing the toilets and the bathtubs and the showers, the washing, folding, and putting away of the laundry, the fingerprints on the refrigerator, the crumbs on the countertops, the food on the kitchen table, the water spots on the couch, the toys on the floor, the pile of papers that you have no place for but can't throw away - AAAAgghh! Cleaning will be the death of me.