Kitchen floors

Ever have one of those days that you need to blog so bad, but are committed to never blog while emotional?

Today was one of those days.

So I will talk about my kitchen. It needs cleaned. When my kitchen is cleaned I feel good, in control, at rest. The kitchen floor desperately needs swept and mopped. White tile is a pain in the ass to keep clean on a normal week. Then get busy; you know, soccer practice and book fair and an evening run or two, groceries and award ceremonies and viola.....I can see where the baby spilled his apple juice 5 days ago, in dirt sprinkles.

So all those things I mentioned that I feel with a clean kitchen... I'm not feeling them.

Isaac is rubbing my shoulders as I type. I can feel the day drain out of my body through my fingertips.

So good night and good bye to my day. Tomorrow I will rise and fight the good fight...