The End of the Week

The end if the week is rough. By Friday, I am exhausted. My long day on Thursday leaves me depleted and struggling. No matter how hard I try to get up on time and out the door, I am still late. 

Every morning requires a bit of multitasking. Making the oatmeal, while applying the makeup. Getting changed while keeping in eye on the breakfasting toddler. Trying to make sure that she gets some quality time before rushing out the door to school. 

Today I am supposed to check in with the COO at work, but as usual I am running late. Why?

Because my daughter climbed into my lap and wanted to be read to. At that moment I gave up rushing. Tears welled in my eyes as I realized that she is the only person I want to see today. I really wanted to just call in sick and spend the day with her. 

So we read a few stories and put on some shoes. We took out time walking to school. I am headed to work, late for the call and counting the minutes until the weekend. 

The end of the week is hard.