Background: I forgot my phone at home on Friday. Lloyd has been going into work, but coming home in the early-to-mid afternoon. I have been getting home later-afternoon-encroaching-on-dinnertime. I got home Friday and Mr. Perky said, “Let’s go to the youth garage sale!” I sullenly agreed, but only if he would buy me food afterward.
When we got home after that, Mr. Perky said, “Do you want to help with tornado cleanup tomorrow? I sent you a text, but your phone was here.”
Boom. Instant guilt.
I did not want to help with tornado cleanup. Yes, I would like to offer assistance, but the cleanup is a full day of physical labor in 87 degree heat, and I am a weeny. A tried and true weeny. Do I not have to set a timer in small increments to get housework done? Now I was hosed no matter what. Go and help and face an endless day of complaining, or stay home and face a mountain of guilt.
I am staying home. I am going to work on this mountain of guilt. In small increments. I’ll set a timer.
Lauren's dad says
Mom said to go ahead and tell you that I hope you are enjoying your guilt!
Brad says
Haha! How did setting a timer work out? I find that TV and napping sometimes help me deal with my feelings of guilt.
Lauren says
I’m pretty sure that we are related somehow. Maybe twins.