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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