in the form of my husband.
Today before he left for work he looked me in the eye and said, “Remember-you are still recovering from a serious illness. You are not well.”
And it was a good thing he reminded me, because I’d already begun to hear the siren song of a little voice in my head that said, “You know, I bet it would be totally fine for me to vacuum the entire house today all by myself.” And I believed it.
What is that-that part of me that has absolutely no connection whatsoever to reality?
I really don’t know.
All I know is, that part of me will not be vacuuming today. Lying on the couch and watching NCIS on DVD is probably a much better option for me.