Hubby is coming to get me soon from the crisis centre. I’ll be going home to a cluttered apt that is no ones fault but our own. It’ll be nib to sleep in my own bed beside my man. I’m excited and skeptical all at once. Does that make sense?
Here all I have to do is put my dishes in the dishwasher & clean up after myself. Make up my bed in clean sheets before leaving.
Home…there’s cleaning the living-room, dining room, kitchen, bathroom, computer room, bedroom and laundry room. Then I gotta make up the bed fresh and do all my laundry from the shelter along with whatever else needs doing.
Maybe hubby and I can go for coffee before going home?
Hmmm…back to reality it is I guess.