My Saturday

I meant to empty the wastebaskets and change the litter box. I meant to vacuum the rugs and roll them up for storage for when my husband recovers from his knee surgery. I meant to scrub the sink and the toilet and wipe the smudges off the mirror. I meant to sweep the porch and water the mums. I meant to pull the white comforter off the bed and send it to the basement for washing. I meant to run to the store for Halloween candy and maybe tiptoe through the attic to find some decorations. But I didn’t.

There was a baby in the house.