My house is shambles and so eirily quiet.
The cat is missing her.
A half finished painting sits on my studio table.
My nightstand is a really bright color of deep pink.
Toys litter the hallway and living room.
Little twin babies wait with LuLu in a portable bed/play pen where we lock Liv away when she's supposed to be sleeping. (So she can't paint the other nightstand.)
Toy dishes and fruit sit alone and quiet.
The potty chair is forsaken, waiting for a final cleaning to be tucked into the cabinet.
No one to wake or cook special foods for.
No lessons to assign or check.
I finally have time to read and write in blogland.
a smile, rest, plan, garden,
a sigh,
impatient loneliness until the next round.
Tomorrow I'll teach and work.
For today Skinamarinkidinkidink echo's in my head
And then a simple strain from my current favorite:
"Oh, it's gonna be alright all these things must have their time." (Newsboys)
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