I was secretly hoping for a chore slip this morning, needing to get off on the right foot and all that. Shocking, the sense of accomplishment I felt after spending fifteen minutes in my own closet.
It goes like this: my closet is actually in the spare bedroom, as we chose the sweetest (and smallest) bedroom for ourselves. Whenever I go through the kids' outgrown clothes or toys, the bags & boxes go in the spare room. Whenever company comes to stay, the bags and boxes get stashed in my closet. Get the picture?
My closet looks a teeny bit better now, and I've put the slip back in the jar so I can finish up another day.
And thank you, Darin, for the unexpected nudge this morning. I'm in favor of keeping myself accountable!