Meg Adamik Creative

The dishwasher is half empty.
There are still groceries on the counter.
It’s 1:35pm and I haven’t eaten lunch yet.
One is playing in his room. One is at the cubs game with her dad.
I should edit those photos.
I should throw a load of laundry in.
I should grab the liquid ant traps that Amazon delivered three hours ago.
I should answer those two texts from this morning.

I should hold her. Because one day, I won’t get to.