It's 7:57 p.m. and the house is quiet.
Her husband is working and her kids are in bed early tonight.
Working has always meant a motherly sacrifice, but today it was more so. A note from preschool warns of misdeeds by the oldest. She hates that she must burn what little time they have together by banishing him to his room for the evening. He hates it, too.
No books. No jokes. No fun. She hopes tomorrow will be a better day for both of them.
1 comment:
That is lousy. hope you used the time to have some quiet time for your self. sometimes God tells us to take me time is strange ways.
Post a Comment