When I was a kid and my mom was a single parent and practicing attorney, she put us in charge of the household chores. Today one of her chants popped into my head, "KEEP THE LAUNDRY ALIVE."
Or, as Jesse Jackson would say, "Keep hope alive."
She would shout it as she dashed out the door, all the while keeping her freshly-painted nails dry. Over summer breaks, she'd be out the door earlier than the sun and leave me a list of things to do. This would be written at the bottom in all caps.
I'm keeping hope alive. I'm keeping the laundry alive. In fact, I'm keeping myself busy and making lots of laundry.