Blog/Journal

Time for My Time

There are days that seem to last longer than my patience. Filled with things to do that don't stay done - dishes to wash, laundry to fold, meals to prepare. Done once, only to have to do again tomorrow.
Some days it all works out - the lunches are made, the kids in school, the mountain of laundry is eroded to a hill. I even get back in time from the grocery store to prepare a wholesome meal before I rush off to pick up the kids again. Tonight is my daughters dance and my sons soccer. Our meal is eaten on the run.
My husband is home, the day is dark and time to usher the kids to bed. Prayers are said. I pray their homework is done and I haven't forgotten something that will cost them too much. It's late by most standards, but my day is just about to begin.
I turn off their lights and escape downstairs with my husbands snores chasing me down the hall. This is my time. I grin. Everyone's needs are silently dormant inside their dreams. Stillness surrounds my home like a secret lover baiting me for a midnight rendezvous. How can I say no, and why would I want to when I've patiently waited for this moment all day long. Such sweet silence that will go unbroken and undisturbed if I let it.
'I will be tired tomorrow', reason reminds me. But I already know too well that once lost in the melodious hum of my fingers clicking against the keyboard, dawn will arrive sooner rather than later. I yawn. I'm already tired, but my laptop glares at me. It sits seductively waiting for my return and folly seems the more attractive pursuit. I sit down, open the case and smile in reverie before my finger even hits a key.