The thing that is always there

What could you do differently?

There are loads of things that I could do differently.

Literally loads. It comes in loads.

It chugs along from laundry bag to washer to dryer to hanging line to folding bag and back to the cupboard only to make space for the next load that follows it each step of the way.

But instead I could totally be on top of it.

There could be moments, perhaps even minutes when the laundry bag is empty, and when the drying line is folded away as there is nothing on it.

And then I could break into song.