Tears flowed this morning; Solanne cried when I left her in her class, and when I turned toward the door, I began, too, and cried all the way home... If I could have, I would have brought her home with me, whisked her up into my arms and carried her home, comforting her and myself with kisses and cuddles.
But I can't. Too much work, too little time.
And we're all paying the price. And the dust bunnies are preparing a mutiny. And the wrinkles in the unfolded laundry will betray us when we wear them. And I just want to sleep–one full night–and then wake up to those summer sounds of birds and far-off traffic and do nothing but enjoy my girls and my husband.
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