summer bliss.

i have somehow rationalized myself into thinking
that if i get the dishes done by the time steve gets home,
if i accomplish that HUGE task,
and only that task,
no dinner made,
no clothes washed, or bathrooms scrubbed,
then i can call my day, my summer day, a success.

seriously.
and i believe it too.

how wrong is that?
yikes.
summer, much like ignorance, is bliss.