November 24, 2010
Hungry at Midnight
That's the trouble with shift work, even the minimalist version that I participate in.
I'm hungry when I get home. And I'm energized, and exhausted, and usually sweaty with frozen nose and frozen toes, and all the while, I am looking at the clock, realizing just how soon these kidlets are going to get up and be their calm selves, until Papa goes to work, at which precise instant they magically turn into clingmuffins and warwagers.
And I'd write more, but my fingers are all cracked (already!) and I need to focus on being sullen as the snow outside the window turns in to bleak rain.
Posted by Marlene at November 24, 2010 02:23 PM