On days like this when I am tired and can think of nothing else but running home and slipping into my pajamas I often consider what it would be like if I had a child at home. Instead of slipping under the covers of my bed I might be picking up my child from school, fitting in a bit of play time, getting dinner ready and getting him/her ready for bed. On weekends I wouldn't be able to just bump around aimlessly. It seems so exhausting. Do I have the energy and the strength for all of that? They say when you have a child not only do you find the energy but you really want to. Is the fact that I wonder about this a sign? Well, at this point that remains to be seen but I imagine at one point or another I will have my answer.
Football season is in full swing and poor MJ is a million miles away in a foreign land with a 9 hour time difference. He called me to say that he was going to bed early so he can wake up at 1 am his time to watch his team the Bills play. He should be up when I get home from work so I will hopefully have a quick chat with him before he goes back to bed. Instead of talking with him in my car on my lunch break I took a power "nap" instead. I rolled down the windows, reclined my seat, and closed my eyes. I don't usually actually fall asleep but I think it still helps...for a little while at least.
Well, almost done. Hanging in there.