My New Life

Work night shifts now. 60 hours this week.

No kids.

No Dinner.

No Dishes.

No Grocery Shopping.

Still make my bed.
Still vac my room.

No sillyness.
No cartoons.
No sippy cups.
No little clothes.
No runny noses.
No piano.
No goodnight kisses.

Just work. Just sleep. Work, sleep, eat, work, work, sleep, eat, sleep, work, work, CRY, sleep.

But, the voice on the phone makes me smile, and it's all okay.