I had given you a laundry list of things to do while I was at work. The house was a wreck and it was superbowl weekend, friends and family would be over to eat, drink, cheer. You were not exactly the most motivated when it came to hosting a gathering but I however took pride that everyone would prefer to be at our place.
I called you on my way home and I could tell by the “stretching” in your voice that your lazy ass had done nothing. I hung up irritated and drove a bit faster to get there. As I opened the door I heard hurried feet and it made me smile, you knew I was going to give you hell but you were going to make a last second attempt to prove you had been working today. Into the kitchen I set down my keys and saw the dishes in the sink. Grumbling I walked down the hall to the laundry room. I could hear things being tossed in as I stepped into the room. Bent over pulling underwear out of your basket I lost any chance of scolding you. You always find a way to get out of your chores.
Exploring Desires 