day is done.

Ah, what a nice feeling. The kids are in bed. I’ve finally got my feet up and am laying in bed on my laptop.

But then tomorrow, we do it all again. ┬áBut that’s okay, because as long as these days can seem and as tiring as they are, I wouldn’t trade it for the world. I know that I will never get these days back with my little ones. ┬áThat they will need me a little less tomorrow than they did today. That someday, I will miss having the sound of the baby monitor on my nightstand as I fall asleep.

So for today, day is done. Until tomorrow, that is.