When I was 17, my elderly neighbor had surgery and hired me to help out each morning for a month or so while she convalesced. So every morning I went over to her house to put everything in order for the day.
I gathered up all of the dishes from around the house, washed them and straightened the kitchen. I emptied her husband's ashtrays and picked up newspapers and dirty socks. I wiped the bathroom sink down, made beds and checked on the levels of essential supplies in the cupboards and fridge.
Actually it was a very satisfying job.
Why isn't it like that when I'm cleaning up my own mess?
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