For me, there are two kinds of weeks.
1. I wake up, I'm never late, and I leave my house immaculate. Coffee maker rinsed, pillows back on the couch, bed made, the kind of departure that sets you off in the right path.
2. And then there are weeks like this one, clothes on the floor, laundry folded in the hamper from last weekend, pillows on the floor, and dirty dishes in the sink. Rushing to get out of the house, no time to care.
Even as I write this, I'm thinking of all the many things I should be doing.
Tuesday, Tuesday by The Pioneer Woman
6 days ago