I do believe I just felt a massive weight roll off my back.
I’m done with my work-from-home job! I just wrote my last policy newsletter. I hit the send button and waited exactly eight seconds until I saw the e-mail with attachment disappear from my outbox.
The timing of quitting my job is very providential. I’m looking at Clara right now, sitting at my feet. She just went from sitting to rocking back and forth on her hands and knees. She is going to start crawling at any given moment. And then I really won’t be able to sit still for very long.
Twice in the last week I’ve pulled Meredith’s hair bands out of Clara’s mouth. How on earth am I supposed to keep track of all these small objects Meredith leaves around? How do any second-born children survive childhood?
Anyway, praise the Lord I’m done. I can’t even believe it right now. I think I will go open all the windows in my house and clean. I’ve been neglecting my house like something awful and I’d like to take advantage of the beautiful spring day through my open windows.
After that, who cares? I’m done! It is finished.