Earlier in the week I was feeling good. T o g e t h e r. With it. Neat and tidy.
Today was hard. It has left me feeling frazzled. E m o t i o n a l. Messy.
It happens fast. The messiness that is life. It picks you up and tosses you around and then throws you down.
But I have just slipped my arm out from the tangle of arms and fingers that were my sleeping sons and crept from his room.
And I will make my girl put down her book and kiss her sweet cheeks goodnight and sleeptight.
And then I will sip a rooibos tea and let my husband lay on the couch with his feet squished behind me and I will tell him I love him.
And all will be well.