Coming Home

The school year is winding down. I feel as though my job is just tap dancing and singing to entertain the students until the last day. Even though I don't have as much work to bring home, I come through the door exhausted.


Then,


because the sun is shining until later,


because Frick and Frack want to be outside,


because the cats sense my need for furry affection,


because the puppies have learned not to dig in the beds,


because the house is dirty and won't be cleaned until summer break,


I can go outside and spend some time with this





and thisand this

and this

Coming home never felt so good.