Daffodils

         Today was a brute of a day starting with a chilly spring rain in the morning that persisted with a gray dark drizzle.  My umbrella was in the car so I got all wet before I could get it. 

         Two people did not come to work which meant I had to work through lunch.  I had a candy bar in my purse and there was coffee in the break room.

         I was well aware that this was not my day and it was one thing after another to prove it.  When it was almost time to come home the weather cleared, even a little bit of blue sky began to show through the clouds.  But by then my mood was too dark to appreciate even that.  I waded through puddles in the parking lot to get to my car.  I knew what awaited me at home.

         I would have to fight another skirmish of the homework wars.  I would have to put something on the table for dinner.  By the time I could sit down and relax I would  be exhausted. 

         Sometimes I just feel too many people depend on me and everything in me is being used up while I have no chance to replenish myself.  Is it possible this is what my life is supposed to be?  It would be easier if there was some sign of appreciation.  Times like this I think about an island in the sun where nobody lives but me.

         I arrived at home  as the sun came out for the first time that day.  On the hall table was a vase of sunny daffodils.  The children were standing there grinning.  They brought me daffodils!  How did they know I was going to need daffodils right then? 

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