Last night, husband got home from work and we looked at each other and said, "now what?"
No wine to pour, no shot to toss back, not even a goddamn cigarette to enjoy together. We sniped at each other for a bit until one of us suggested working on our bedroom bookshelf - a disorganized mess we keep totally meaning to get to but let's have a shot first! You know.
Three hours later, half of the apartment has been meticulously reorganized. Books organized by size and type. Old school papers archived or tossed. Tupperware sorted, pot lids categorized, refrigerator magnets curated.
This was not normal, routine cleaning. This was not healthy or calm. This was frenzied, the-cocaine-has-run-out-but-the-sun-isn't-up-yet chaos. I was on a ladder in the kitchen and husband was on his knees in the living room futzing with the disorder under the telly when we both simultaneously came to our senses. We looked at each other, shrugged, and acknowledged, "well, that just kind of... happened."
Then we watched The Empire Strikes Back and went to bed and didn't drink. Today is day 4. Thanks for letting me share.
Submitted December 14, 2015 at 10:08PM by batgirl2 http://ift.tt/1SXe1bE stopdrinking
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