Peace

For some reason this day exhausted me. I got home ready to just sit somewhere in peace and quiet (dad and kid had gone ice-skating). Instead I came home to things scattered all over - breakfast/lunch stuff piled up, random bits of laundry drying here and there, floor strewn with a few leaves that had blown in, a neglected toy here, a scatter of sugar and crumbs there, the flotsam and jetsam of two guys on holiday.

And it got to me. Just a little bit. I would have loved to come home to order and peace, everything tidy and clean and all I had to do was sink into a chair with my feet up for a while.

But life seldom plays out like that. Instead I did the dishes, cleaned the floor, sorted out the dogs, covered up some outside un-unpacked boxes with plastic to keep the rain out, made supper, located the rest of the family (twice), took washing to various parts of the house for their owners to sort out, etc etc etc. I gave up waiting and ate supper on my own.

And now I can sit. At last. If only there were a neck and back rub available at the same time...