This month is racing hurriedly towards its end. The children are excited that they have only two months to wait until Christmas. My seventeen year old daughter is as eager as any seven year old for the big day.
I am wondering how each days flies away so quickly, how even one with 9 1/2 hours in work is soon over and the evening well under way by the time I get home. I have come to hate these long hours, not so much for the work, which is fine, but for the fact that my youngest is thinking about sleep by the time I come home, is ready to go to bed by the time I have eaten. There is no play with her, no sitting and reading or talking to each other in the kitchen while I prepare dinner. We don’t have a chance on these late nights to sing and bop along to a song while the food is being cooked. I sit down, sigh and slough off the feeling of work while my daughter yawns and slips towards sleep.
Now she is in bed and I sit and watch a little television, read a few chapters of a book and try not to follow her too quickly into dreamland.
I hope your day has not been too challenging and your evening brought you an opportunity to catch your breathe and relax after the day.
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califmom - It’s unfair when we are in the ships-passing mode, isn’t it? Whether with spouses or children, it never feels okay. Always throws me off, too.
Kelly - I feel like you read my mind tonight. How do these days fly so quickly by? I always end up feeling so guilty when I’m not there to see my kids wake up or go to sleep.
Clarice - I hope you have time to catch up this weekend. I don’t like not having that time to reconnect at the end of the day, either. The brownies look good:)
Sherry - I find this time in the year such a challenge…the days are longer, it’s dark in the morning and dark sooner in the evening…and my body reacts. So do my children’s (even though they are in their 20s). Until we change the clocks I find my body doing it’s own lethargic thing…I think this is the way we are built, the way we are meant to be…as we close in the quiet time of the seasons. xo