Last night, we played at the beach. Watching waves
Leaving golden trails behind us.
I looked at the time and realized that just one week from our time at the beach, I would be at work. My first day of teaching is followed by open house in the evening, which means that I have to miss bedtime right off the bat. How's that for a kick in the teeth, an additional twist of the knife in the working mom guilt that I carry with me?
Our kids are usually in bed before the sun sets, but last night, we kept them up late and maybe it's not true, but I think that ten years from now, they won't remember the bedtimes missed... but they'll remember the sunsets.