I have just slipped out of the bedroom. The kids are breathing deep and I, for what feels like the first time today, breathe out.
The dishes are drying beside the sink. The books are lined up on the bookshelf (by size, of course). The toys have been put to bed in their appropriate resting places until tomorrow. Only a stray toy car or animal lies in the middle of the floor, overlooked or dropped as boys were corralled to the bedroom.
The emails have been sent, the paperwork tended to, and the work either complete or put off (but the decision to put it off makes it complete for now, in my mind).
The counters have been cleared, the table has been wiped down, and the floor has been swept (maybe). The dryer is humming with clothes that will be folded in the morning.
The day's responsibilities are complete. The house is at peace and so am I. Tea in one hand, journal in the other, I finally let that long-held breath out.