Yep. Chores is one of those words associated with working on the farm in Kansas, with Hunk, Zeke, Hickory, Uncle Henry, and Auntie Em.
This morning, after I awoke the second time, I decided today was the day I thoroughly cleaned the bathroom, not just the toilet, sink and tub. We have the clothes dryer in the bathroom. That means it is a wildlife sanctuary for dust bunnies. Plus there’s lint. So I get to work. Spent a couple of hours on everything and it’s all sparkly now.
I can and should do more. Keeping my focus on what I can do helps with the anger and frustration.
Now that the tub is sparkly, I think I will give J the bath bombs I bought here back around Easter. Hope she likes them.