She will be loved

I didn't make my bed today. Most mornings my bed is made as soon as possible, or certainly by the time I am finished with my morning routine. But I was away running a youth retreat for most of Saturday and Sunday and my house looked like it had been trashed so I spent most of the day trying to run errands and pick up the house a little. My bedroom was not high on my priority list. And DH was going to be gone all day (not that he cares if the bed is made but somehow it seems to motivate me if I think another person will see my mess) so it didn't seem to matter what the bedroom looked like.

Having just got the kids in bed I was prepared to get out my clothes for tomorrow and get into my pajamas. And then I looked at my unmade bed. Apparently my cats had decided that an unmade bed was the perfect place to throw up. So now when I have a kitchen to clean from dinner and a family room strewn with toys and all I want to do is plop on the couch, I have to change my sheets and wash my comforter. That'll teach me to never ignore the bed even if it seems like it doesn't matter. I am so feeling the love.

Now I'm off to be a good little housewife again. Some days I really hate this job, especially the "house" part of it.