My Christmas tree is sparkling.
The sound of the dishwasher whirring in the background.
Laptop on my lap.
Little princess wants to kick it off.
Fell asleep next to my little boy when I tucked him in.
I'm all alone on a Friday night.
I have to work.
I'm so ready to give up some nights.
Only four more nights of this.
Then I promised him it's Christmas cookie time.
Might even sneak in a gingerbread house.
I'm so frustrated.
Yet I know I couldn't have it better.
Life is all about the hard work.
Without it, you don't get to play.