Today when I ran to South Station to catch my train my thoughts collided with each other. I wasn’t done with work but time was telling me to focus on home and what had to get done. As I completed conference calls and answered emails on the train, a stream of thoughts were running below like the stock ticker on the bottom of the news – what birthday parties do we have to attend? What new foods should I feed the babies? Why are we having an open house again? Will anyone buy our house? Where should I get jeans and fitted for new bras? What size am I now? What am I going to have for dinner?
My husband called me while I was on the train and said that he had a work dinner. I was thrilled. I knew that I could get the children to sleep and then I could complete work so I would be free to enjoy the weekend. I dangled Grey’s Anatomy in front of me to keep the focus on getting the work done. Dan called to let me know that he and his work colleague were coming to the house while they waited for the table at the restaurant. They stopped my flow by talking to me and giving me great wine. Once they left I still had 80 emails, but at least I had a good feeling in my veins to keep me going. I didn’t get to Grey’s but I milked the wine until I got to the last unread email.
Now I can switch my personal life to be on top and the work stuff can take up residency on the ticker until Monday when we start again.