When I discovered the topic for today was sacrifice, I said to Sassy, “I’m going to write a blog post like ‘I have been sacrificing all my time for Just Jot it January,’ and just be all ‘Bye!'”
It’s not sacrifice, because as you know, I enjoy interacting with y’all.
But as we all wandered to the back of the house to retire last night, The Mister asked me, “Do I have some clean white socks somewhere?”
Yes, of course he does. Because all of the clean socks are in a basket.
were ya gonna wait and match’em in february, joey? i dunno, maybe.
Sacrifice is not my thing.
I’ll have a head full of words while I do the dishes, take them sledding, walk the dog, sign the reading log, make the dinner, do the dishes — and I’ll think I’m sacrificing, but then my husband is white-sock-less and Sadie’s got a clump of dreadlocks behind her ear and the sink could use a good scouring and Moo’s outta dental floss and well…