“I’m done,” I said without thinking for even one second about how to respond to his innocent “how’s it going?”
He looked at me blankly. I guess not the answer he was expecting.
“Excuse me?”
“Well, I just mean, I’m done with today. You know, ready for it to be over.”
Another blank stare. I realized that he had absolutely no idea what I was talking about.
And for a minute, I struggled to remember any other time, any time when feeling completely exhausted, worn out, used, tried beyond my patience, and completely out of energy at the end of the day – done – wasn’t the norm. Wasn’t the reality. (Not to mention that I was referring to 7:30 PM as the end of the day.) Continue reading

