Another Rule Broken...

So I'll admit it, I'm not perfect. Last night, after Dad asked me to clean up the living room before bed, I kinda just... didn't. It's not like I was feeling particularly lazy or anything; I mean, who likes cleaning? But somehow, the idea of sitting on the couch and watching some TV just felt way more appealing at the moment. And here we are, this morning, with a slightly messy space that Dad is going to ask about... again. It's not like he yells or anything, but it still gets me thinking, when am I ever really going to get my act together? Or will this be our routine for the foreseeable future? Sometimes it feels so silly, having these roles... but then other times, like when we're out somewhere and I catch someone looking at us in a way that hints they recognize us as a family unit, even if only to themselves, it makes me feel kinda proud too. But yeah, back to last night: another rule broken for the sake of temporary comfort...