I must admit, I wasn't on the ball at any point after 9 am yesterday.
By 9am, I had cleaned the floors, changed the sheets (and made the bed), picked up the bathroom, ran the dishes and showered. I was feeling pretty good.
Then I had visitors.
I ended up with salt all over the floor (a special thanks to my friend's 3 year old...), dog toys all over (I still can't train them to pick up after themselves...) and taking a nap.
Then came dinner time. I made spaghetti and ended up only putting enough noodles in for 1.
Mike rocks because he accepted my faults yesterday with a smile and a hug. He wasn't concerned that dinner would have to wait another 10 minutes and he was easy-going about my mistakes.
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