The offending basin is still where V left it and I haven’t lifted
a finger to fold the clean laundry. I did, however, wake up to this…
I have concluded the papers either grew legs and decided to
migrate to high ground or Hubby V moved them before he joined me in bed. I’m
inclined to believe the former but I guess he could have taken some initiative.
It makes me curious if he would have moved
them at all had I left them on my side of the bed.
It seems to me the experiment is progressing in a positive,
albeit slow, manner. Perhaps my backing off on things is getting noticed. However,
I must admit I find myself torn when it comes to certain chores not being done.
For example, do I go ahead and put the food away or leave it out and take the
chance of it spoiling? Granted I am NOT the only one here capable of saran
wrapping some leftovers. Yet I struggle with the thought of letting something
go, knowing the consequences tomorrow.
For example:
Last night I left the veggies and ranch out on the table
instead of packing them up and putting them away. I woke up the plate of veggies, right where it
had been, with old, drying ranch in the bowl. I wasn't surprised by this yet it
was still frustrating to me. I was not the last one to bed. All through my morning routine I left the food where it was.
When I arrived home from work and child retrieval, the plate and all its
contents were gone; plate was in the sink and food in the trash.
I don’t know how to feel about this.
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