I stood at the kitchen sink, dishrag in hand, feeling as though I was stuck in a monotonous cycle of household chores. No matter how clean my kitchen might become, a new dish would appear within moments of the sink being emptied. A trail of crumbs would be scattered about the floor as soon as the floor had been swept. Freshly folded clothes hadn’t been put away before the laundry room had a new pile forming in the corner.
