Whose on home plate

I hear men outside talking. It's more fun to clean with a cat around. She watches like it's a game. Then she goes away, put off by the spritzer. Come back, cat. It was more fun to amuse you! Now I am tired of cleaning. Because I haven't heard women's voice outside all morning, or afternoon, I imagine the women of the complex all cleaning as the men sit outside and feeling entitled to do so. I think it's possible that cleanser made me itchy. Can you imagine a mom trying to tell her family how much she's been cleaning and they just zone out and act like it's nothing? Ah, mothers and cleaning ladies of the universe, I am sorry! Saaaaaaank uuuuuuuuuu.