I did the unthinkable tonight.
Yea. That’s right. I did it. And you know what?! I’m not sorry about it and if I had the chance – I’d do it all over again.
Today, for the first time – I decided to put my feet up after putting my son to bed instead of doing the nightly chores I usually do – one of them being the dishes.
I looked at them, all two-days worth of them, looking all dirty and grimy, staring back at me. Taunting me with the memory of meals-past. Reminding me of the sinful meals that I probably shouldn’t of eaten and now feel enlarging within my thighs and my guilt. And as we stared each other down, I said “not today, satan – not today!” I gave them the middle finger, turned around and walked straight out of the kitchen, letting them remain where they were – in the past.
And what did I learn about my bravery? The roof didn’t tumble down at my feet. As far as I can tell, the sky hasn’t come crashing down. And I’m pretty sure the hours will continue to pass. Hmmm – look at that….I chose to ask myself “why” they needed to get done and “what” would happened if they didn’t. And when I realized it wouldn’t be the end of the world if they were ignore for the night, I decided to do just that – I ignore the mundane and life didn’t end. How about that!?
Sure, they’ll be there tomorrow (unless fairy tales finally come true overnight and the morning birds help me by cleaning up my dishes AND putting away Sunday’s laundry) – but that’s another problem for another day. Tonight. . . I rejoice.