‘I didn’t dust it’
January 18, 2020 § Leave a comment
I didn’t dust the book shelf at the top, which she can’t reach. This other book shelf, she’d asked me to move it so could clean behind it, because it’s too heavy and she couldn’t move it, and yet I hadn’t moved it. When will I clean the shelf, and when will I move the other one?
Frustrations of someone with asthma, that breathing folks like me don’t really appreciate. But when she asks for help, it still feels like nagging to my lazy self-obsessed self and the mix of anger and guilt makes it worse.