Not to brag, but Sysiphus and I have a lot in common. And you do too, if you have a home that you try and keep clean. There’s a kind of quiet, inner strength in cleaning the kitchen every day to the best of your ability, knowing full well how quickly and easily it will return to a state of chaos. It feels like the blink of an eye, going from an empty sink and freshly-wiped countertops to a half-dozen empty cans and three greasy pots on the stove. If you’re blessed enough to have people in your life that you share your space with, this chaos will arrive many times sooner. I can usually keep a clean kitchen when I’m on my own, but after one good social gathering, forget it.

Alas, that’s the kind of state the kitchen is in right now. Pristine less than 48 hours ago, now in utter disarray. It’s going to take some time to clean it, and it’s going to go right back to being dirty when I do. And the cycle will repeat. Why do I bother? Why do I feel so blessed to be able to roll this little rock back up the hill, over and over?