Tuesday, November 22, 2011


It's late.

I don't want to fold clothes.

I'm so exhausted I'm dizzy and can't hold my eyes open.

I've cleaned house today.

I've spent 6 hours in the kitchen today making gooey cinnamon rolls with Ashton and Rachel.

I know it will be worth it tomorrow.

I've made it to hubby's softball game.

I'm sitting on the couch folding the 1,987,453,260 socks my husband had in the laundry.

I lay my head on the towels in my lap.

"I can't go on. I can't finish...." my unspoken thought.

No more socks. I can't fold one.more.stinking.sock.

Husband comes in and takes my face in his hands.

"I love you so much. Thank you for all your hard work today. I'm so thankful for you."


I guess I can go on.

Back in the basket I reach for one more sock.

Because my husband is thankful for me.

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