Mundane things

Why is it that mundane things must take up so much of our time? I get so tired of balancing the check book, folding socks and tshirts, sweeping the floor after Emma and Owen eat. I begin to wonder if any of this really matters. On days like today when I'm just...blah, I don't want to do any of it. I want my fairy godmother to come in, wave a wand and fix all that is in disarray in my home. Then I promise myself, it will never get like that again. I'll keep all of the papers filed, wipe up every mess, iron laundry as soon as it comes out of the dryer. I doubt I would, but I'll never know because there is no fairy god mother with a wand.