It was all about boyish blue eyes today.
We milked our Sunday before saying
goodbye until Tuesday.
For a Monkey, he's a ham,
and for a mother, I'm lucky.
Tonight- picking up toys,
taking down (finally) the last decorations-
the return to pre-holiday in all its plainness,
but there is fresh paint meant for the kitchen.
The stereo is blasting.
I'm sipping homemade gingerale spiked with lime.
I might be dancing in my bare feet.
Bring on Monday.