I had fun with the sonnet, so I thought I’d try again. This time I have to write 107 words including:
….I’m exhausted. Shut the door behind you….
He’s making for the door. I don’t blame him, but I was looking forward to this evening so much.
Work was a nightmare today. Then I had to dump everything and rush to collect the kids and Tom had broken his finger so I dragged them all to the hospital, then home for homework and food and stopping them from fighting and they wouldn’t go to bed and I nagged and threatened.
I prepared the meal in a hurry. We ate in silence. I was tired.
And now I can’t keep my eyes open. I’m exhausted. “Shut the door behind you,” I mumble. I think it banged.