I'm staring down the barrel of a Tuesday evening after a long day of work. The kids have homework to complete, I have about 700 emails that will have to wait until tomorrow, no matter my desire to empty my inbox, and the dryer just spun to a stop on today's fourth load of laundry.

Even with all the coming activities this evening, I can feel my mind slamming on the brakes. My body is tired (ya think?) and as I wrap up for the day, I can feel the little bits of my day falling into their slots, put away until tomorrow.

Late tonight, after I stash the dinner dishes in the dishwasher and the kids' lunches in the fridge, after I turn off the television and make my way down the hall, turning off lights and tucking in kids, I'll climb into bed and begin the process of letting go of the day.

Not too long ago, I would collapse into bed and then spend hours tossing and turning, the stress trying to flee but having nowhere to go. But now, as I put the house to sleep, I push the stress away. It stays where I put it, trapped under the closed cover of my laptop.