After the hour has gone
October 20th, 2011
I know my happy hour is over when..
– I remember my chores, and I am actually excited about doing them.
– I remember my deadlines, and I have new ideas.
– I miss my husband.
– I miss the kids so badly.
– My mind and my heart have had enough of solitude, and I yearn to go back in the middle of chores, deadlines, the husband and kids.
