Saturday, February 27, 2016

More Proof

The other night post dinner, post bedtime I was laying on the couch scrolling through my phone, when I said, I guess I should get up and clean.
My husband replied, nahh. Only if you want.
I said, I don't want to clean. So I didn't.
It was lovely.
I then proceeded to tell him, mentally my anxiety is better in check, but our house is worse for the wear. It was never so clean as last month, he said its better this way.
I'm sure he meant me, and he didn't care about the house, but that is left to interpretation.

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