You know how some days are especially long, or maybe overwhelming for whatever reason?
Those days when your anxiety is running high, and you can’t wait to get the kids to bed and run away as fast as you can anywhere? To Target. To Hawaii. To call a friend or your mom. Out front to get some fresh air and silence.
Those times when the kids have been constantly up in your grill all the hot, sticky day, with you refereeing so many squabbles. Or maybe after a long day at work when instead of getting a minute to yourself, there are kids to feed, help with homework, bathe and put to bed.
In those times I like to head outside into the cool night air, and take a couple of power laps around the neighborhood. Letting the nighttime stillness slowly fill my brain.
I look up at the moon and the vastness of the universe. I hear the crickets. I smell the jasmine and the dryer sheet-scented steam coming from people’s homes.
The walks are a chance to let the thoughts and frustrations of the day bat around in my head until they tire themselves out. Maybe I throw in some fantasies that I’m in Hawaii all alone or buying all the things at Target, or getting down with my celeb crush dujour.
Then I head home, but I don’t go inside right away. I look at my house from the street, and consider the good fortune of whoever lives there. The two (sometimes barely) functioning cars out front. The two whole stories. Safe and cozy. Just a house in a row of other houses. Not the prison it occasionally feels like from the inside.
This is a happy home. Full of so much yummy food and sand from shoes and yelling and kissing and love.
Finally, I go inside. Ready for some Netflix and a new day.