An Apology
Forgive me…
I left the dishes in the sink,
the laundry on the floor,
and a pile of bills at the door.
There’s an iron ready to press your shirt,
Nerf bullets strewn about the stoop,
the chickens have escaped the coop.
But, the sound of an approaching rain
brought slumber to my brain.
My head against the pillow,
the patterned drops at my window —
I’ve been dreaming of fields and windy willow.
That nap was the one
accomplishment of my day;
do pardon the domestic fray.
Angelina's Garden 
A very familiar scene to a household of 6 and a dog. Sometimes I just step back and wonder if I can ever put the house together again. And even if I do it just keeps repeating in a never ending loop.
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Same! Slicing has about done my house in! I’m not very good about getting it done early. But we are almost there. Congratulations to you as we finish the challenge this week
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Reminds me of William Carlos William’s This Is Just to Say poem. Nicely written!
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Hang in there and keep slicing. You are almost there. Yep, things get neglected now and then. Yet, life goes on.
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Love this! I do enjoy the way you choose your words to share your life with those of us who read your posts!
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