Every day I sweep these same floors.
Every day I wash these same dishes.
Every day I clean these same clothes.
Every day I hear the same whines, "I can't! It's too harrrrrd! I don't want to! I don't like it! Ehn! Ehn! Ehn!"
Every day I wonder the same thing.
If someone had said to me, years ago: "Are you willing to give up all of your free time, forever?" my answer would have been a very reasonable and resounding "Hell no!". But because it was phrased so differently, so simply, and so innocently, "Let's have kids!" we leaped in where many have gone before, but no one ever returns to tell you the whole truth of the matter.
Sisyphus, punished by the gods, has his rock, and I have mine.
However, I bet he never has to hear endless whining while he's trudging up that hill.