perfection

our house is clean
all of it

everyone chipped in
organized, dusted, vacuumed
but more importantly
the dishes are done (no dishwasher, ahh!)
the laundry is done
every load, finished, folded and put away

it's all done
all of it
am i dreaming?
i can't believe it

it seems i'm never caught up
so now what i really want
is to never wear a different article of clothing again
i just want everything to stay the way it is

clean
done
perfect

what would be so wrong with just wearing
the same clothes over and over again
and just eating out

then i wouldn't have to mess anything up (or clean it!)

it's ridiculous, i know

i wish i was a jeannie
remember her?
i want to blink and have it all done, all the time
it just seems like it never ends
so when it does
finally
unbelievably
i just want to soak it in
revel in it for a while

then come back to reality

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speaking of reality
there is one i will never understand
missing socks

you can't imagine how excited i was
that all the socks were clean
and i could pair up the singles

i managed to pair up a few
but was still left with an unbelievable amount remaining

how is that possible?
when every load is done
and the house
completely clean?

somebody tell me!
where do they go?

i just want to throw them out
i've held on to them too long
they just take up room

i've done all i can
i need to let go
i need to dump them
and move on

there is no chance for reconciliation
they are all clean
if not now, then never

but it's hard, isn't it?
the idea that
possibly
maybe
there's a chance, however small, that they'll come back

i don't know
i think i just need to bite the bullet
take the next step
and dump 'em

and if a missing one appears
as in some cruel cosmic joke
i will just dump that one too

see ya
adios
das vadanya
ciao
buh-bye

and good riddance!