Day is Done

I daydreamed of bed and a book as I drove around on several afternoon errands. All I wanted was to be under the covers at home with a new bestseller in one hand and a cup of decaf hazelnut coffee (topped with whipped cream) in the other.

When I picked up The Boss from pre-school, the air in the car began to hang even heavier with our collective fatigue. "I'm miserable," The Boss said.

"Why?"

"Because you woke me up too early this morning."

I sighed. Back to the daydream: I pull the yellow flannel sheets up to my chin, forming a cocoon of aloneness from which I can't be blamed for everyone else's problems. We drove home in silence.

It's 7:20 now, and with just a few more checkboxes left to mark off on the To Do list that is every day with children, I am committed to making today's daydream an early evening reality. Goodnight, all. Here's to waking well on Wednesday.

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  1. Ella @ Goodie LinksNovember 10, 2009 at 8:58 PM

    Love this scenario! I think I say this to myself everyday. But it sure is nice to see someone else write it and know my pain..LOL

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  2. Momma HuntNovember 11, 2009 at 6:07 PM

    Oh good for you!! I hope you enjoyed every second of it!!!

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