Monday Morning

I'm truly overwhelmed by all the things that have to be done.

Have to be done before the end of the school year, before the end of the month, the end of the week.

The end of today.

And,

we keep breaking glass around here.

A brand-new wine glass, broken while I was washing it before putting it away in the cabinet, straight out of the tissue paper from the store. A jelly jar, slipped out of twelve-year-old hands. The glass pot from the coffee-maker we rarely use. Shards of glass mysteriously produced while framing my new photographic print from Heather. A glass bottle full of water, frozen from a too-cold setting, and burst all over the fridge.

It's starting to get to me. Broken glass is an immediate priority, no matter what time of day or night, or what else you are doing. Everything stops, the broom comes out, the vacuum roars, everything must be inspected, and you are still finding little slivers in unlikely places, days later.

You tip-toe around and wear shoes in the house.

It's getting to me.

Don't worry. I'll be ok.

On the bright side of things, the sun is peeking out and Anna is building a fort in the livingroom, and there are only six full days of school left.

And you should see the new photo in my kitchen. Makes me happy every time I walk in there. Wearing shoes.

More tomorrow. Thanks for reading.

tt