Like Alice in Wonderland, I have fallen down a hole. Not a rabbit hole, but a housewife hole, or perhaps a well.
Either the hole is very deep or I am falling very slowly. I am able to look around me as I fall. Looking at the sides of the well I notice that they are filled with loads of laundry and dishes. I can see toilet brushes and dish scrubbers. There are cupboards filled with items. I took a jar from one of the shelves as I fell past. It was labeled "Comet." I took a bottle from another cupboard. This one was labeled "409".
Down, down, down I went. I had plenty of time to think. "My family will miss me when they have no clean clothes." I hope there are no bats down here. I also hope there are no spots or stains. But I know they are on the bottom waiting for me. I ask myself questions out loud. "Will 409 get out all of the grease?" "Does salt get out red wine stains?" "How best to clean up all of that cat vomit?"
Suddenly, thump. I am at the bottom. I have fallen upon a heap of dirty sheets and damp sponges. I was not a bit hurt.
But I AM pissed off that this stuff has taken over my morning. Dang. I call myself an artist. How silly.
Anyway, I'm off to follow a white rabbit and see what comes of that. After I put those sheets in the dryer.