Where did all these clothes come from and why am I washing them? Why will there be the same amount of dirty clothing tomorrow? Also, why do I have so many socks and underwear? And if I have so much, why does it all look so trashy? I better hope I NEVER get into an accident. That’s all I’m saying.
How is it that I have TONS of grading even though all the kids don’t turn in their work? Why is it that the pile never seems to get smaller? Why do I keep assigning stuff that I have to grade? Why couldn’t Amelia attack this pile instead of the carpet so I could get out of it?
I think these two life-tortures are related. Must just be women’s work!