It seems that I have spent most of my adult life having more to do than time to do it. I really envy people who have limited interests, or whose interests are not messy, space-and-time-and-resource heavy, or who have the willpower to say “NO, NO more!”. People who somehow have clean tidy homes.
I, on the other hand, need a maid. Someone who will come in and vacuum every day, do the dishes, dusting, etc. I have regular meetings with myself in which the conversation goes something like this:
Me: “Self, the business plan for the future needs to include a live-in general housekeeper”.
Self: “well, Ms. Planet, in that case, one should include a live-in general groundskeeper/animal helper as well, if you are seriously considering chickens and alpacas and rabbits and cows and pigs and cats and donkeys along with the herbs and tomato research stuff”.
Me: “Self: you are right, of course. Put that down on the business plan”.
This is why some farming families have twelve children. Cheap labor.