There are good days and there are....

Some days I get home from work and I just need to curl up on the couch or in the bed and drown out life with the mindlessness of the television that graces 60 inches of my living room. Some days I get home and need to sit down with a six pack of beer and my husband and beat his butt in a game of cribbage. Some days he gets a phone call from a dissatisfied customer at 7:26 pm, and regrets that his cell phone is his home/work phone.
Some days my cell phone stays in my purse from when I get home to when I leave again in the morning, leaving all communication with the people I love desperately lacking. And some days I get home from work and sigh with a grateful breath that I am the one other people call with their problems. Somedays I am thankful that my problems are small and easily fixed by naps, food, love, and rest. Somedays I remember that that last sentance should start with "most days".