Tuesday, February 28, 2012

these hands are small i know, but they're not yours, they are my own

hearing:  the dishwasher running. finally

seeing:  a slightly messy living room complete with a pile of uncapped markers because Samson wanted to sleep with the caps

tasting:  the last homemade frozen burrito. yummo

smelling:  a light lemon-y scent from just having cleaned the kitchen

feeling:  the smooth keys of my laptop and an achey back

contemplating:  taking a nap instead of folding clothes

contemplating: finding a job and daycare for the little guy. sigh.

imagining:  a spotless house. a car that is my friend rather than a terse acquaintance. a freezer full of homemade goodness.

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