If we are ever to enjoy life, now is the time, not tomorrow or next year…. Today should always be our most wonderful day.
-Thomas Dreier
The Witching Hour
Every day, just before the time my husband is going to get home from work, something strange happens in my home. The kids have just had a long nap and a snack, but they get inexplicably whiny. The house looks dirty all of a sudden. The pile of laundry on the bed increases fourfold. The plans I had for dinner seem inadequate, and my feet hurt, my back hurts, my head hurts, and what-I-wouldn’t-give for a little peace and quiet…
Welcome home, honey.
I’m embarrassed at the times Joe’s walked in the door to that atmosphere. It seems like on those days, when I’ve “just had it” and all I need is a little relief, he’s just had it at work too.
I’m drained; he’s drained. All I want is to sit down; all he needs is a little rest. My day was constantly busy, but seems unproductive now; his, too. The kids are clamoring for our attention, and when Joe and I meet eyes it’s with a mutual question of “How soon can bedtime come?”
Whose Fault Is It, Anyway?
I blame it on the undone items, usually. If I hadn’t had so much to do, if I’d gotten a bit more done, if the
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