Oopsie!

I recently got divorced and have been leaning on my caregiver role for support. Yesterday, I was told to clean the living room first thing in the morning before heading out. But you know what? I totally procrastinated, watching reruns of an old favorite show instead. Later that day, as I was leaving, I saw the mess and felt a twinge of guilt, like when you’re a kid and you get caught doing something naughty. It’s silly to feel this way now, but it’s comforting to have that kind of accountability in my life right now.