How Sweet It Is

The pain kept me from sleeping well last night, and I'm not getting anything done today like I had hoped. Molly did laundry while I was gone those three days, but she didn't fold or sort anything, so it was waiting for me in a huge pile on the couch when I got home Friday night. It's still sitting there this afternoon, making me feel guilty every time I see it or walk by. And somehow a pile of assorted junk accumulated at the foot of our bed. I've picked up the unmatched socks, papers, and dirty