01/14/2026
This morning, I asked my husband to close the garage door after I pulled out. Simple, right? Logical. Functional. Delegated.
Cut to: me, car in reverse, great song blasts from yesterday’s playlist. I’m talking volume up, windows foggy, soul-dancing-in-the-driver’s-seat kind of moment. Naturally, I start dancing just a little while typing the GPS address in. (Multitasking magic? Maybe?)
Then I remember.
I glance up… and there he is: my husband, standing in the garage, watching me forget entirely that I asked him to close it in the first place, because I was too busy being the star of my own solo concert..
We both burst out laughing.
Apparently, Wednesday mornings are for humility, music, and being gently called out by the people who love us.
Have you ever made a request and then… totally dropped the ball on it yourself? Please tell me I’m not alone in this!