It’s late on a Sunday night and I’m stretching it, making it last as long as I can. A typical feeling for Sunday. Tomorrow, I will get up, race around the house, gather my electronics, my badge, maybe a spare pair of shoes for walking downtown, hustle kids out the door and race my way to the office. I will attend meeting after meeting, make decisions, read email, make phone calls, answer phone calls and rush until the end of the work day. I will pray my husband is at the bus stop on time to get the kids and that someone remembers to feed the dog. When I come home, I will sigh because I really need to clean the kitchen, sweep and mop the floors and scrub a few toilets. My energy will be spent so none of this will get done. Next weekend, I think. I’ll tackle it then. I won’t….but it calms the stress if I at least say to myself that I will.