There is a game that I like to play. It involves cleaning my home repeatedly. Honestly, it never stops. Like a bad sound track that you can't turn off.
I put the shoes in the closet, and my son follows behind me- instantly replacing the one shoe that I've put away, by pulling out a few more.
Why do I clean?
I love the game of it. Let's see if I can clean faster than you can make a mess.
Ready. Set. Go.
What you've already won? How can that be? I even cleaned while you were napping, then sleeping, then napping again. How can it be messier than before I started?
And that's where I discover that the game is rigged.
Hence the reason I now call the "game" a joke.
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