the things that slid

I've been working for about six weeks now. Outside my home. That's the way housewives say it. Outside my home, which means someone is paying me.
And, while someone pays me to commute and manage things miles away from my couch and kitchen, things near my couch and kitchen have suffered.
How, you wonder...what, you ask?
Well, I'll tell you.

There are microscopic rings of dirt around the handles of the downstairs bathroom faucet. You might not see them, but I do.

Middle wore dirty jeans to school one day last week. He would wear dirty jeans every day without caring - and I still won't let anyone else do laundry. So.

There are leaves on the kitchen floor.

All My Children has marched on without me.

I actually sent my husband a recipe for a casserole, of sorts, that included Velveeta and crushed tortilla chips.

One day, about two weeks ago, I gave each of the boys some cash and told them to buy lunch.

Everyone is still alive. Everyone is as happy as they were before, except for me. I'm happy too but
I am learning that I can love my job and be accepting of the fact that the bathrooms aren't as clean as they used to be.
It's all about the balance.