tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363247083579931414.post3824924262831686079..comments2023-10-12T08:23:58.713-04:00Comments on Lydia J Will: At the End of the Day...Lydiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10757769321436298177noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363247083579931414.post-33914497524631454332010-04-07T02:08:41.000-04:002010-04-07T02:08:41.000-04:00I love the quilt. My end-of-day ritual is nothing...I love the quilt. My end-of-day ritual is nothing like yours, sadly. It involves me scraping the various piles of research off my bed, closing my laptop, listening to a soothing .mp3 or talking to Jason and trying to get a very necessary 6-8 hours of sleep before starting the whirlwind that is my life all over again. Thankfully, my life isn't that messy these days so my counters stay clean. The towers of laundry, on the other hand, are everywhere. I keep telling myself that someday - after the bar exam - my life will be orderly again. :)Adellenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363247083579931414.post-59841170040799932372010-04-07T21:04:12.000-04:002010-04-07T21:04:12.000-04:00Surprisingly, your end-of-the-day-rhythm sounds al...Surprisingly, your end-of-the-day-rhythm sounds all too familiar to me. Mine is very much the same. The laundry sometimes doesn't end up getting folded until after the kids are in bed, but after dinner, for me, things have got to be cleaned up. It's part of who I am I guess. I just like things orderly and clean.Maryhttp://www.riggallfamily.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.com