7:45 am Wednesday morning. One of those days. An impossible, set-myself-up-to-fail, but I’m giving it the old college try kind of day.

A quick jaunt (okay it’s at least five miles out of my way, but it’s MY place) to get my morning cup of adrenaline, then to work earlier than usual so that in two hours I can make it to Field Day to watch my two growing up way too fast buggers ride around in a wagon and take turns wrapping their teacher up with toilet paper.

(What ever happened to Field Day anyway? When I was in elementary school we’d sweat it out with the 50 yard dash and the 1 mile run. Survival of the fittest literally. But that’s a whole other blog.)

Still, Field Day is an important milestone. It marks the ending of another school year and a day of pure fun for my second and fourth grader who barely slept due to extreme excitement.

In order to get there however, I have to make four phone calls and finish two updates for a Board Meeting at 4 o’clock. And, I have to figure out what to leave the babysitter to feed the boys because when Rob walks through the door, our relay continues with one kid going to lacrosse and the other golf.

8:00 am With any luck, I’ll be in my office by 8:15 am. I love my commute. Long enough to mentally wind through the day, not long enough to get too wound up.

8:02 am Uh-oh. Massive traffic. What the hell? Is this Hartford or Boston?

8:09 am I call a co-worker, get a project underway and momentarily feel better until...I realize that during the seven minute phone call I’ve moved maybe 10 feet.

8:15 am Might as well catch up on what’s going on in the world. I turn the radio on. A song is blaring, I start to switch the station to news but then I don’t. Because it’s Pat Benetar. 

“You’re a heartbreaker, dream maker, love taker, don’t you mess around with me. No! No! No!” 

Is there anything better than a good Pat Benetar song? 

8:20 am “I heat up, I can’t cool down, you’ve got me spinning round and round. Round and round, round and round it goes where it stops no one knows. Abra abracadabra...I wanna reach out and grab you...”

Luckily it didn’t stop. 

8:30 am “I was dreamin’ when I wrote this. Forgive me if it goes astray. But when I woke up this mornin’ could of sworn it was judgement day. Yeah they say two thousand zero zero party over, oops out of time. So tonight I’m going to party like it’s 1999.”

From there I lost track of time. When I finally did reach the office it was 1989 and it didn’t matter,“No! No! No!”

The day no longer felt insurmountable. Thanks to the 80s at 8.

“Round and round, round and round it goes, where it stops no one knows...”