It's happened a thousand times. I get to the end of my day and finally have time to post on my mostly-neglected blog. The kids are in bed, the house looks halfway okay, the bills are rather paid. Enough laundry is done to be able to go to work tomorrow. Speaking of work: I made my quota today. I've been trying to fit in an extra project each day, but can't quite make it happen yet. But it's all done. Now it's time to blog away.
The problem is I'm physically, mentally and emotionally exhausted. Everything I have in me was thrown at this day. There's nothing that I want to do less than anything more. No more work. No more traffic, No more hide and seek. No more cleaning up messes. Nothing.
In all of this I can smile knowing this one blessed thing: the day is over.
And I made it.
I didn't have the energy to do more laundry. I didn't have enough money to pay extra on my bills. I didn't have the speed to get another project sent off. But I made it.
In our society of excesses and extremes I keep expecting to get a standing ovation or somehow catch a second wind that allows me to party 'til midnight, but that isn't how today's story will end.
It will end with me going (running) to bed, laying my head on my pillow and--in the 30 seconds it takes for me to fall fast asleep--having the assurance that in the morning God will once again bless me with just enough.