The bed was perfectly, amiably soft this morning. I woke up early to do my homework, but opted to do it in bed instead, so I could appreciate the amiable softness of our Jersey sheets.

I did not accomplish as much as I expected. In fact, I fairly quickly fell back asleep. But I have some new goals this week, so I slithered out of bed, under duress because my new goals take extra hours in the morning to achieve them.

Goal 1: To write every day in the month of March. This is part of a “Slice of Life” challenge for my writing class, and if you write every day of the month, you could win a book. I tested the waters, I waited to see the quality of the books being offered as prizes. After the first winner collected her book, I decided the cover art was satisfying enough to pique my interest. I have resolved to try to win.

Goal 2: Jeremy and I pinky-promised that we would not leave clothes anywhere but the laundry basket or the closet, especially not on the floor, and especially not on the chair. (I know what you’re thinking–I’m an overbearing wife, manipulating husband into learning how to clean, but I assure you, it was his idea, and the double pinky lock was mutual). I woke up knowing this goal would take me some extra time A: to find my clothes in the closet, because they are so much easier to find on the floor and B: Because our laundry basket is difficult to get at sometimes–thus, the laundry on the floor problem. So far, I am doing very good at holding up my end of the bargain. After our first night of pinky- promising, Jeremy still has room for improvement: