What is it about being an adult that just makes you want to pull the covers back over your head? My alarm goes off at 5:22. I immediately access the rapid pace I will have to keep to get out of the house by 6:25, sitter by 6:45. Work by 7. Lunches packed. Dog fed. Kids fed. Dressed. Meltdowns addressed. Hearts soothed. Not to mention me getting ready. Thinking about what I should set out for dinner. If I paid the sitter. The electric bill. Preschool. Did I sign up for the kids special days? What time is it again. Oh 6:22. Oh fuckety fuck fuck. I'm never going to make it. Then begins work. I have meetings. Home visits. Phone calls to return. Coffee just spilled down my front. Did I turn off the coffee pot? It just seems easier to go back to bed. I sound whiny and feel guilty for that. I love my job. I love my kids. But I would love to drink my coffee on the porch and watch the sun rise. To quietly listen to the news. My kids are currently fighting tooth and nail. I may go break that up. I'll quietly enjoy my wine sometime soon and remind myself that each season has its trials. Good night. Ready to race into tomorrow. No matter how unwillingly I go.
