I am drowning under a mountain of work pressing down upon me as the final exam period nears. The stress of writing yet another comprehensive paper is wearing on me and I am rough around the edges. I bark orders at my husband, at my children, and at the guy in front of me who does not order his food fast enough for my liking. I am coming apart at the seams.
I spend a lot of time in the car driving (fast) to the the preschool, the elementary school, the middle school, and the law school. The only reprieve I get from the insanity is found within the familiar walls of my gym. I am at peace for those sixty to ninety minutes when I am sweating to Ne-Yo, climbing fast and furious up an imaginary mountain or pushing my body to its limits alternating fast walking with even faster running. Friends notice my transformation. I am fit, lean, and running on pure adrenaline, stress, and fruit-flavored meal supplements.
I count the days in iCal. There are only two weeks until the end - two weeks until I reclaim my weekends and evenings. For now, my very worst traits are on display and the full force of them is aimed at those closest to me. I must redirect before I say one too many self-esteem damaging things to my children. My husband insists sex will help with the stress but instead of appreciating him, I push him away and retreat further. The only thing that can save me now is the end of the final exam period. It is the only light at the end of this very dark and very lonely tunnel.