18: Give in...

The hodge-podge of plastic placemats

decorated our dinner table like a patchwork quilt

Remainded plates, cups, forks, and pizza crust stubs

were scattered like haphazard jewelry

I sat, in my chair, watching

the littles run around the kitchen yelling

my husband begin to clean up our meal

After a while 

it all

became

white noise

my thoughts

became

sluggish

my eyelids

became

droopy

and I knew

despite all propriety

that the only 

course of action

for me

at that minute

was to 

push the placemat

to the side and 

cross my arms

on top of the 

table and rest
my head and

close my

eyes 

and

give 

in

Write on,

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