Schultz Party of Four

I will wish like crazy I was back here, for this moment, 100 times tomorrow. As I sit in fluorescent-lit meetings in uncomfortable shoes with nary a tiny child to make me smile in a 10-mile radius. When there are no high-pitch voices saying "you're my best mom" or singing in their sing-song way about anything at all. Sunkissed cheeks, golden curls, paint-chipped finger nails, sparkly blue eyes, tiny smiles, I'll miss all of that tomorrow. Sunday nights are such a downer, I'm glad my kids can give me places like this to go back to when I need a break from Cubeville (even if it's only in my mind's eye... at least for tomorrow).