Tonight, as I drug myself off the couch to pick up the living room and finish the dishes, I looked about myself and thought (and almost said) I wish I was a better housekeeper. But before the thought crossed my lips, or even finished itself in my brain the response was upon me.
You do not. If you did, you would be one.
Think I've been to enough sermons, motivational talks, and self-improvement seminars?
I'll look at it as a sign of maturity that I can at least recognize my stumbling blocks.
(Hubs says I don't wish I was a better housekeeper, I wish it was easier to be a better housekeeper. I think he knows what he's talking about. Oh, but the dishes aren't in the sink tonight!)