Okay, I'll admit it. I'm one of those housewives known to spend a lazy afternoon
watching soap operas. I've also spent entire days running up the total of the Mastercard at
suburban shopping malls. I've even spent my mornings on the telephone talking to whomever
for one, two or three hours. Why? I'll tell you why. To avoid the most futile, frustrating and
mundane job ever imposed on mankind. Housework. I'm not referring to the once or twice a
year heavy stuff, such as scrubbing windows or evicting the spiders from behind the piano.
I'm talking about the everyday type of housework.…
