tuesday bluesday

It's after 9 pm and I'm still in my work clothes. I'm wrung out from a long day at work and two little girls who did not go quietly to bed tonight.

There are gardening gloves on the floor of my living room. I'm not quite sure why, but think that Cheeks deposited them there earlier in the evening. The washing machine is full of wet clothes that need to be switched to the dryer.

The gloves can stay where they are. The laundry will wait.

I have been hiding out on my little balcony, watching the very last rays of sun slip below the horizon. Swatting away the first mosquitoes of the season. Watching the cars drive down my street, their headlights ribbons of light on the pavement. Just doing nothing for a little while. A little nothing is some of the best medicine.

The working moms and dads will know what I mean

Here's to those of us who have t0 leave for work before the sun is up in the sky and don't get home until it is well and fully set.

Here's to faking it with our kids when the stresses of work follow us home. As in, "What's that? Mommy's really happy! She's not looking at her blackberry!"

Here's to tall laundry piles and aggressive dust bunnies.

Here's to the pediatrician who actually offers 7 pm appointments.

Here's to feeling guilty for not being home with the kids when they are little.

So, just for tonight, I'm throwing in the towel.

I'm off to wallow in self pity.

I will count my blessings in the morning.