Small Slip-Up

I was supposed to do the grocery shopping but got distracted by a novel I found at a thrift store. Now there's barely anything in the fridge and I'm left feeling like an irresponsible child, wondering how long it'll take my partner to notice. We had this pact that I'd handle the boring tasks so he could focus on what he loves doing, writing. This little break from responsibility feels like cheating, like a momentary lapse into carelessness when I should be steady and reliable.