My days are all confused.
I am bone weary from my non-stop learning at the Savvy Blogging Summit, and haven’t quite registered that today is the beginning of a brand new week.
But when this pile outside my laundry room caught my eye, I realized that today is Monday.
Because Monday is Laundry Day.
And today is the day when hubby knows to put his socks in the little hallway where I normally sort laundry.
While I do feel some guilt that I have absolutely no intention of doing any laundry today . . . I also feel a little fluttery inside.
It makes me happy and a little proud to know that he believes in me. That my laundry routine is enough of a routine that he notices.
It definitely wasn’t that way pre-blog.
Of course, then I remember that he puts them there because he knows that even with a full-fledged Laundry Day it will never occur to me to go looking for his sock bag.
I love that man.