There are worse things, she thought,
than her feet plugged firmly in the massager
while she listened to a fellow poet’s music
and watched her dogs tussle over
a tennis ball,
after a full day of teaching
that began with just the right mug of chai,
continued with kids snuggling, giggling over poetry,
and about twelve kid-redemptions of
a “free hugs” pin
hung on the lanyard,
topped off by a strong
(yet humbling as always)
day at the gym
and a favorite dish for dinner
to be topped off by
the Holy of Holies:
an early bedtime
Slice of Life Story Challenge Day 3: Worse Things
Soapbox: The Way I see Things 
Yes! The early bedtime. If I go to sleep now, I’ll count it as early too!!!!
Ahhh…sweet validation. =)
Early bedtimes are like a bit of heaven. Of course, I don’t need to get up the next morning so I can also stay in bed as long as I want.
I only wish! Unfortunately, I have dogs, who have a nasty habit of needing to go out and eat FOOD.
I dream of early bedtimes! I love the way this poem moves, the it-could-go-either-way entry of “there are worse things.” Nice.