Taking a Break

coffee, cappuccino
(c) 2015, Sonya

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that I need a break. From everything. You’ve been gone how long? Only three weeks? Feels like three years.

Getting up in the mornings feels like raising myself from the dead. Waking the children in the mornings feels like failing to raise the dead. I’m exhausted by the time I’ve finished the school run. At work, I’m nothing but a shell pretending everything’s normal.

I admit: I don’t know how you did it for years. When you return, we’ll split the chores – promise, Lily!

I hope you’re relaxing.

Come back soon, yes?

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