Back to Where I Belong

My couch and I deserve some quiet time this evening. Since Thursday we have spent very little time together. And it hasn't been the same. My couch, my most supportive and comforting friend in the world, sat in here all alone while I cleaned out closets and scrubbed crayon marks from the wall. Everyday at 1pm, my couch waited with excitement for me to return from putting the kids to bed so we could finally have some alone time. But I walked right passed the family room, avoiding eye contact with the couch and went right into the kitchen to clean out the pantry.