Are we there yet?

The week screams in my ear

Like a small child

When the trip is taking too long

My eyes are gritty and I yawn

Too much laundry

Too much to clean

Too much work to do

And not enough time

I wonder if a longer week

Would be a blessing,

Or a curse.

I examine my schedule for tomorrow

Feeling tired in advance

Only two more days.

I tell myself it will pass quickly

Then remind myself

It only feels fast

After the fact

My cat watches with distaste

Unconcerned by the struggles

Of his human pet