A Chore Deferred
What happens to a chore deferred?
Does it dry up
Like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it make a mama's head explode?
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- It does not dry up. It will not go away. Ever. You will always, always have your chore to do, and there is no avoiding it or hoping that it will just go away. That will not ever happen.
- It will fester. And then it will ooze all manner of grossness -- rotten, rank, family grossness -- all over your iPad, your plans with friends, your Instagram profile, and your brand new, shockingly ugly, overpriced soccer cleats. The ones I will buy you when hell freezes over.
- It could turn crusty. But then, you'll inadvertently pick it like a scab and the whole nasty festering process will start over. It could turn sweet. If by sweet, you mean every possible county fair deep fried chocolate butter HFCS mess, consumed in large enough quantities to make a person vomit. That's the kind of sweet it would be.
- It does indeed sag. Like a dirty diaper, and just as stinky. And as heavy as a full Diaper Genie bag in the Duggar household. And it will drag you down and down and down until you do something radical, as in, until you do what you are supposed to do anyway.
- And yes. Your mama's head will explode. Making an ever bigger mess for you to clean up. You and your siblings will have to decide who's on brain detail.
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Child of mine, I beg of you: do not defer your dreams. But do your chores first.
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My (for lack of a better word) inspiration.