So. The holidays are over.
The clothes are laid out. Lunch boxes wait quietly on the kitchen table.
Alarm clocks set. Sleepy, clean scented heads on clean pillows.
The trudge begins in a mere few hours.
We all felt a bit dejected today.
We cleaned and tidied and organised, but without spirit.
The Easter tree is put away for another year.
The last traces of holiday swept away.
Last crumbs of chocolate pressed on their fingers, licked clean.
Just let me pause for a moment first...