I enter my office to impeccable order. Everything has a place. Somewhere between then, and the time where I grab my purse to leave, papers get strewn about, cups and empty Gladware gather on my desk, and order transforms into chaos.
Then…it is time to clean up and go home.
I am feeling more exhausted this week. I cannot determine which came first, the illness or the lack of “good” sleep. No matter; I am still getting what I need to done. At the end of the day, the kids are fed, and the bills are paid. I suppose all is well enough.