I Keep

Sundays I keep looking forward to that never come.
The work never ends.
My mind wont stop except when it's really needed.
The screen becomes my kid's other parent.
Body is sore and tired.
Touched out.
Keep pushing it.
If I was sure of another way.
I would wrap me and my kids up in what I feel Sundays should be
Still, there are moments and breaths that feel like Sundays.
Somedays.
So, don't let me waste them.
Maybe it's just me.
Sunday dreams.