Dear Life,
It’s been a while and we really should catch up a little bit. And probably soon. Because I haven’t laid eyes on you in what feels like forever.
Ok, not REALLY forever, it just FEELS that way.
You must have gotten some new running shoes because I seem to be very behind you these days. Although you are getting craftier.
Those piles of laundry (clean and dirty) seem to appear out of nowhere and you’re so quick, I don’t even hear you leave them in the bedroom.
The dishwasher that always seems to be full… I’m sure you’re behind that too.
The litter box that always needs emptied (*that* little game you can stop ANYTIME because, quite frankly, it’s gross).
You need to stock up on coffee the next time I come around because we’re going to par-tay and catch up and I’m going to sit in your living room with my feet up for HOURS and we’re going to chat the night away. Or at least for 15 minutes.
Because really, that’s all I need everyday. 15 minutes.
15 minutes to feel like I’ve caught up to you.
15 minutes of every dish being washed and every article of clothing clean and put away.
15 minutes of quiet and peach of mind.
15 minutes of a clean house. Ok, an hour would be awesome, but I’m trying not to get greedy.
I’m just not sure when you disappeared, little life of mine. Most likely the day my beautiful girl joined the family, but I’m sure I’ve seen you since then. Haven’t I? Where do you hide when I’m in headless chicken mode? And can I come hide with you?
Anyway, Life, it’s been great chatting with you. I guess this is my 15 minutes today. I hope you’re doing well (it seems like you are) and hopefully we’ll catch up again soon.
Sincerely,
Angela
