The Helper

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Stray Thoughts

It happens sometimes. You arrive home after a very long day that seemed like two long days stacked on top of each other. You open the door, and reality hits you. Sink full of dishes, laundry still piled high, cat litter box full to overflowing, and kids and/or another fully-grown adult old enough to help out just sitting there… walking over, around, and through it all, clueless that they should have helped. There will come a day when mom (or dad or the person you claim is your partner in life) is no longer there to make your life easy… comfortable, pre-prepared for you, and ready. Will you remember the part you played in making that person’s days longer, their role in your home more stressful, and their sleep less restful? 

 

 

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