Life is really busy. Work is really busy.
It seems that even if my day isn't completely full, my mind cannot stop running.
I've managed restaurants before, although not in quite the same capacity.
What I've not done before is balance work and life outside of work.
To be honest, I never had to.
The last time I managed a restaurant, B and I were both in the same line of work.
We both worked crazy hours, had 3 am meals with friends and we never minded that work meshed with all the aspects of our lives. I mean, we met at work and it was our common ground.
This time around life is much different.
This time around we have Peanut, we are a family.
It feels odd at times. I have two completely different lives.
Sometimes it's hard to remember that the world is spinning on at it's normal pace when I'm stressing about being short-staffed and picking up product and completing training and who to trust to close the restaurant so I don't have to move in and trying to project what we'll need to get the restaurant up and running.
Days like this I go home or to my parents to pick up Peanut and I see him playing
and I remember that in this little boy is my shelter from the outside world.
Hey, I'm not saying that it's a calm shelter or a place that lacks stress or occasional madness.
I'm saying that he reminds me that our family is it's own world.
It's the center, the pull in which I may flit madly around but I always return to.
He doesn't care what else is going on, he cares that I sit down and read a story or we sing a song.
He cares that I watch and clap as he takes a turn down the slide (as exhausting as sliding may be).
It's because of him that work remains work, a part of life, but just a part because the biggest part of life is waiting when I get home.