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She was so sick and tired of the laundry. Tired of walking through the kitchen and noticing - even smelling - the dishes piling up in the sink. Maybe if this wasn't everything - this and the baby - it wouldn't be so bad. Doing the dishes before leaving for work, for school, for something - would be better than doing the dishes because it's your only real purpose. The way you're supposed to fill your day.
It wasn't what she imagined. As a child, looking ahead to domestic bliss. She imagined sunlight and happiness, towels smelling of fabric softener, babies and toddlers laughing at her feet, sitting on the pristine floors. Not this.