a change in pace

The shop is packed with people.  Packed is good.  Packed means everyone is busy, and time passes by quickly.  One day I will miss working.  The adrenaline rush.  The insanity.  The busy-ness.  That day is not today. 
Today I want to be in my cozy bed and be very still.  I want to shut the world out and rest lying next to my husband.  I'm not far from my idyllic dream.  Monday is Memorial Day and we'll be closed.  Hurray!  That day will be a day of rest. 

Things will slow down as we prepare for baby.  My days of working full time will only last about another month.  Then I'll take on another job.  One that is far more difficult, time consuming, and tiring.  Motherhood.  I will wish for the days when I only worked a 50 hour week and got far more sleep.  I will wish for the days when I had to manage 4 grown employees instead of one colicky baby.  But it'll be okay.  I will be very happy with my new job. 

After Memorial Day, after this breather, I will enjoy my work these last few weeks.  I'll cherish my time at the restaurant and enjoy myself.  Things will never be the same.