The alarm clock was still whining as I entered my bedroom, the bed unkempt, dishes stacked on the nightstand.
I really need to clean, i mutter out-loud. tomorrow I say to myself.
I slapped the button on top of the clock, the whining stops. I stt down at the end of the bed and begin to take off my work boots. I'm tired. My back hurts. This shift change is a damn disaster. My boots are tossed towards the closet as I take my phone out of my pocket.
My body is greatful as i lay backwards and slide underneath my comforter..
Right on time my phone rings and I listen and smile, I chat about my day and ask about theirs and tell my boys I'll be around to pick them up around eleven and to have their rooms cleaned before they leave for their mother.
The children's mother and I talk. The conversation brief and short but friendly. She was always too good for me, I knew it from the first day we talked.
I hangup and drift to sleep. The alarm clock not set.
