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Yesterday, I walked in my house and immediately got happy. It was weird but I started smiling  once I opened the door to my garage. I’m usually relieved to be home after a long workday, but yesterday was different. Being in my home and staring at my carpet brought a visible smile to my face.

I’m having such a rough time. I don’t know if it’s the changing job locations at the end of 2010 that I still haven’t adjusted to, or my mother’s death that I’m trying not to think about. But my spirit has shifted to a bad place. And all I want to do is be at home….with my family.

My weekends are magical. I get to wake up early and lie in bed until I fall back to sleep. Then one or two, sometimes all three of my little monkeys wake me up and beg for breakfast. I don’t mind being awakened by them at all because I know we have the whole day together to do whatever it is we choose to do.

I wish everyday could be like the weekend.

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