Too Late for Next Time
Language: en
I pushed the door open after work, only to find Logan’s shoes kicked all over the entryway again. Irritated, I bent down and put them away. "Logan, how many times do I have to tell you? Shoes go into the shoe rack!" He was deep in his video game and didn’t even look up. "Got it. Next time, I promise." I opened my mouth, ready to tell him he’d said the exact same thing yesterday. Then my eyes caught the overflowing trash can in the living room. A flood of memories instantly crashed over me. When I asked Logan to do the dishes, he literally only washed the dishes. The dirty pans and the…