(sorry – not that kind of swinging….)
Walking into the house after working for almost 12 hours today, I was surprised to find the house empty. I paused to set down my stuff, and in that pause, heard the singing. I knew where everyone was – they were outside enjoying the last of our non-rain weather.
The kids were outside swinging and singing. The two go together in our house. They will spend hours back there swinging, singing and talking. Sure, there is a slide and monkey bars and a neat fort, but the swings are where they always end up.
I have had a shitty three days at work. Seeing them out there without a care in the world seeing how high they could swing into the air made me remember what life is really about. Work yields a degree of satisfaction and the all important paycheck – but the times like these – the memories, the kids, the time together – that is what life is about.
So work stress be damned. It can stay at work. The same shit will be there tomorrow – but tonight, I’m going to enjoy the last of the dry weather and not curse the fact I had to work so long today, but celebrate the fact I’m home.