Too Late for Next Time

I pushed the door open after work, only to find Logan’s shoes kicked all over the entryway again.

Irritated, I bent down and put them away.

"Logan, how many times do I have to tell you? Shoes go into the shoe rack!"

He was deep in his video game and didn’t even look up.

"Got it. Next time, I promise."

I opened my mouth, ready to tell him he’d said the exact same thing yesterday.

Then my eyes caught the overflowing trash can in the living room.

A flood of memories instantly crashed over me.