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.