The sink is full of dishes.
There are 8 loads of laundry ready to be done.
The carpet hasn’t been vacuumed in week.
The bathrooms haven’t been cleaned in longer.
Today I was gone from 10am to 4pm. My wife was gone from 8am to 9pm.
Sure I had to do some reading for class and study for a test.
Sure I had books I wanted to read.
I had stuff to do, come on!
I was quite content to blow most of the night watching sports on tv.
Sure a night of relaxing was nice, but when isn’t it?
I think I fall short of being a good husband almost all the time. TV felt better than doing dishes, laundry, and cleaning for the night.
I’m easily able to think about myself…my needs, my wants, my desires. All of those things go above the things I should be about too often.
Some nights Most nights, I suck.
