Beach Living

I've paid the bills, and washed the kitchen floor,
Done laundry, shopping, cleaning, paid the rent,
And fixed the toaster (since the handle bent,
Extracting toast has been a fork-based chore).
I have a job; three days of every four
The day ends and I don't know where it went,
The beer is gone, and all our money spent,
The ship has sailed, we're sleeping on the shore.

You might conclude I'm thinking we've been cursed,
But life is not a mere collage of ills.
It's certainly a bore, a clash of wills,
A frenzied dash, but we could finish first.
There's no good reason to suppose the worst;
I've washed the kitchen floor, and paid the bills.