The Forgotten Things


Throughout my day, I buzz nonstop. There is always something to do, someone to care for. At night, when I reflect back on what I did or did not accomplish, I always find it hard to summarize what happened. Because really, what did I do? Anything worthwhile? Anything that matters? 

It seems that my daily tasks can really only be identified as the forgotten things. The things that aren’t significant enough to remember, while still adding up to be a lot. This is what I mean:

Before afternoon naps, I made sure the dishwasher was loaded and running. I switched the laundry, too. That way everyone would have clean socks for school and their favorite pajamas at night.

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