Living Intentionally

It's January 8th. The clock reads 7:45pm. Unbelievable. Do I actually have 1 hour and 15 minutes to myself before getting ready for bed? Am I in a dream? The kids are bathed, oiled up, teeth brushed and flossed and all tucked in their beds. Trice is working a late gig in Dallas. The kitchen is clean. The living room is tidied. The laundry is folded and put away. And I’m already in my jammies. Ahhhhhhhhh. Peace. Quiet. Me time. Pure bliss.

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