I Am Not Enough
I stood in the kitchen, crumbs sticking to my feet. My dishes were piling up in the sink. I glanced toward my table, which was sticky with syrup, ketchup, and maybe ranch dressing. The laundry forgotten in the basement and the beds unmade upstairs. They all spoke to me. You are not enough as a house cleaner. Down in my basement my craft shelves were lined with unfinished projects. Then there was the computer file on my desktop that contains…