Well . . . .
Let’s move on to last night.
Last night, I put out clothes for the kids.
And that’s it.
In my (lame) defense I’ve been gone all day helping up at my son’s school.
But when did I feel hope for myself?
This morning, at 5 a.m. I remembered that I hadn’t run the dishwasher last night. Now it’s one thing to remember, but here’s the big part . . . .
Seriously, I was upset that I hadn’t run the dishwasher, and I actually GOT UP and started it so that I’d be able to empty it today and not get behind. (Haven’t emptied it yet.)
Me? Upset about getting behind on the dishes? Just one load?
Maybe there is hope for me yet.