Sometimes it just seems like by the end of the day, no matter where I am, I feel battered and worn the heck out! Work has been crazy lately; there just seems to be crisis on top of crisis on top of crisis to the point that when 5:00 hits, I am running from the building!
Then there is the literal need to run from the building because there are a hundred things to get done once I leave the office. With Nick having no car, he is using mine while I’m at work – and THAT is SOOOO going to be a blog topic in the future, believe me. But he’s here, pacing, talking, yammering and I feel the need to get him out of the building as quickly as possible. Then there’s the speech therapist that comes to the house once a week that I have to rush home to, and small group/bible study, and picking up Michael from ping pong club…I mean, I am in a perpetual state of rushing around and it is exhausting.
But I think the most precise moment of running screaming from the building came Friday night when I was trying to get going to my writing retreat. I had worked 12-5 and then cleaned the office from 5-7 and by that point I was like “Stick a fork in me, I’m done”. Time seemed to crawl. As I mopped my way out the door, I was practically coming out of my own skin in my rush to get going.
I long for the days when 5:00 didn’t mean escape. I long for the days that whenever I get home, I get home. Slower days, that’s the dream.