I wonder why it is that some days, I feel like I’ve been ten rounds with a prize fighter, when , in truth….its been 3 hours with my children. The angels that live here with me. Hmmm. They can wreck me emotionally. Sounds pretty bad, I know. I also know that it’s just a season. A season that I will look back on with such longing, that it breaks my heart to even think about it. And so for now, I will finish making dinner, and listen to their chatter/fighting, while having a little cocktail, until my knight in shining armor gets home .