November Drips with a Sorrow That the Wind Cannot Carry Away

I'm sitting here sipping my morning coffee, out of a coffee mug, thank you very much.
The kids are all at school, and the house is quiet except for Cowboy's soft snores as he naps in the recliner and the tinkle of bells as the cats chase each other.

 

It’s a gray day, and the sky looks ready to pour.
I should be tackling housework, but I can’t say I’m ever enthusiastic about it.
Housework always feels like a never-ending job.

 

Guess I’ll check my emails and see how the day shapes up.
I had a nice routine going, but once Cowboy went back on night shift, it all got thrown off and things have been pretty chaotic.

I got busy earlier and had to come back to this later.
My gray day turned into a nasty night.
The wind’s howling, the rain’s pouring, and the temperature’s dropping.
It’s definitely not fit for man or beast out there tonight.

 

The kids are asleep, and the house is quiet.
I’ll be heading to bed soon too.
I accomplished more than expected today: the house is clean, the week’s menu is planned, and the laundry is ready in baskets.

 

Tomorrow’s the last day of school this week, so I think I’ll shut down everyone’s computers and just spend the evening with the family.

Maybe we’ll do a movie night, or if the weather isn’t awful, maybe Peacock can take us to the mall for a bit.

I know I’ve let family time slide since March, not because I wanted to, but because I had to. 
Sometimes that’s just how it goes.

But it’s time we got back together.