I know, without a doubt, that I have periods (sometimes pretty large ones) of time where I am lazy, unproductive and slack at everything.
I am so aware of my shortcomings that it makes coming out of those ruts even more difficult, compounded with a daily reminder of what I don’t do. I really wish it would stop.
For example, I go and grab towels because I notice that we are out of clean towels. This is a rare occurrence, as I am very particular in making sure sheets and towels are clean. Okay, so yeah, we have major slack happening and I know it. Anyway, as I am grabbing up the towels my husband says, “oh, so you are finally going to wash some towels, huh?”
It sounds to me like we have a case of me getting taken for granted! As if the man can’t get up and wash a load of towels on his own. Right?