Just thinking.

Today I was thinking about how lucky I am. Four hours sleep and I need new tires and my clothes are feeling tight and there's so much housework to do, but man, I know I'm lucky. I'm lucky because I do have two jobs and a car that runs and a house that's warm and some kids. When the ex starts bitching, I can just hang up and yes, it gets lonely but I'm never alone and I could have someone if I wanted but I think I'd like to wait. I think I'll buy a camera, one with a great big lens, but what do I know about lenses-I'll just ask my friend and I know that he'll help me and isn't that the glory that you can ask and they can help and you're both bettter for it in the end? Even the most unruly student in my classroom is sweet today. He's resting on his desk, like a fallen leaf. I let him do this because he needs it and because it's nice to see him still. Tomorrow is another day. I'll take this while I can. My mother is coming over after work and though I'm too tired to visit, I'm happy that she's coming because she wants to give me cookies and I want to take them, if for no other reason than a chance to show gratitude but also because they taste good. And I don't want to go to the store. For dinner, maybe we'll have pizza. No reason for cooking when Little Ceasers does it just fine and everybody likes pizza. Even the kids. They don't do dishes. And neither will I. I'm lucky.