Waiting

"I think Sunday is my least favorite day," my wife told me the other day, when we were out for a walk.

It happened to be a Sunday, and I thought back on our usual afternoon church meeting - a near futile attempt of keeping our two year old son occupied for an hour and ten minutes with snacks and toys and laps around the hallways.  I think the meeting went a little long - heaven forbid - and he knew it.  The kid had flexed his core muscles to their max to express his disdain for sitting still any longer, and it was most likely one of the typical - stumbling across the finish line - moments when, as soon as the closing prayer ended, we just let him go free.

Fearing for a second that this typical experience had finally done her in on the "day of rest" I asked her for more details.

"I think it has to do with that, but also that I just have a long week ahead of me that I'm not exactly looking forward to."

It made sense.  We are super close to our second son's due date, and apparently being nine months pregnant is not allowing her an easing up of work.

"I suppose that's why they say Friday is the typical favorite day," she continued.

I thought about the idea for myself.  "I'd have to go Saturday for me."

For some reason, I have become immune to the phenomenon of anticipation when it comes to days of the week.  Friday is great, don't get me wrong, but it is great especially after 5:00 pm.

I have found, however, that waiting has much more of an impact in other aspects of my life.  Take our pending kid.  Jack was twelve days early, and we are currently well beyond that with this one.  For the past three weeks (we thought the doctor was too late on her due date estimate, apparently we were wrong) we have waited for that moment when the water breaks, or when the real contractions start.  It is like a ticking time bomb with no timer on it.  I have lost sleep due to the anticipation.  I have long since checked out of work, and my productivity has plummeted.  It probably doesn't help that I am having to put several projects on hold.

It's moments like these where I feel I can really expand my ability to live for the moment, to enjoy the fact that we are still getting full nights of sleep, where we don't have to clean up all the spit up.  Where we don't have to juggle two kids.

That time will come, and it will be wonderful.  In the mean time, life is also wonderful now.