I'm not even tired for any good reason (bar the extreme vitamin deficiencies I'm working hard to correct). It was a normal work day (not even a death threat!!!), an organized Cattle Baron's meeting, soccer practice, dinner (which I'd prepped last night and thrown in the slow cooker this morning), and the usual evening routine of checking homework, signing agendas, etc...
The boys rallied. They'd completed their homework, folded their laundry and brought in the trash can and mail by the time I got home. Awesomeness.
But I still lamented the lack of time and energy in the few minutes between arriving home and leaving for soccer practice.
"I wish there were a few more hours in today," I said.
"Don't worry, Mom," Luke replied, "it'll all get done. As long as we have each other, it will all work out."
I've got nothing. Except a better perspective on what I need to be doing after 5:30 p.m. 'Cause really, what else makes life worth living?