And the week comes to an end. And the overwhelming crush begins again.
The, I want to just sit down and cry. The, I want to collapse in a heap but there’s dinner to clean up and baths to give and laundry to do before my head can hit the pillow.
This forty hour workweek/single parent of two thing is overwhelming me.
I didn’t think I would be doing this on my own and today I am not sure how I am.
But I am the only one who can. And so I just do.
And every once in awhile, like tonight, I just sit down and have a good cry.
Then I remember that the sun will rise tomorrow. The birds will sing. The laundry will wait. I will get another chance. And another. And another. And another. And then a little blonde girl needs me. A redhead traps me in a giant hug.
Then I dry my eyes. I tuck the girls in bed. I take the dog out. I make a cup of tea. I grab a good book. I glance back at the dishes in the sink, the unswept floor, I realize they don’t matter, because they don’t. I’m tired. And my house is filled with love. And that’s all that matters.
(Post Script: I knew I wanted an evening shot for this post, and I had this little quote (I collect them) in my notebook that I wanted to use, but my only shot had electric wires and other yuck stuff in it. I was pleased that with a little cropping and a little help from Picnik, it turned out quite lovely!)