Tonight after dinner, I thought we would do something fun before bedtime.
Even though we had a very late dinner and all I wanted was for the day to end.
Even though I was dead-tired and really just wanted to get everyone into bed.
Even though I had a major headache.
Even though I had just finished cleaning up the kitchen and really, really didn’t want another mess.
Even though I’ve been alone with the kids going on 5 days now due to Rich’s overtimes.
Even though when I thought he was going to be home with us today, and he drove all the way home and made it to Alex’s 8:00am soccer game — only to be called back into work an hour later. I feel like his work said to me, “You see your husband? You want your husband? Well, here he is…. Psych! Just kidding!”
Call me crazy, but I still thought this would be a fun thing to do, tonight…at 9:00pm. With the kids. At what usually is “my time”. So I mustered up my strength and gathered what I had left of my patience…and we created yet another mess in the kitchen as we made: