I've been rushing around doing things so I have time to rush around and do more things. I can't pinpoint when I started this behavior but I know I had good intentions.
I left the office a little late yesterday and so I needed to hurry and get the dog walked before dark and dinner cooked and the kitchen cleaned so I didn't eat too late because I had a TV show I wanted to catch and three chapters left in the book I wanted to finish before getting to bed at a decent time so I could get up early and come to work this morning. See the craziness? How do people with kids do this?
The first problem was Chase didn't understand that we were in a hurry. Actually, when I told him to hurry up, he gave me the over-the-shoulder glance and said 'whatever' under his doggy breath. So, thanks to Chase, we cruised around the neighborhood at a leisurely pace. He smelled each tree and mailbox, visited with a UCA intramural team practicing flag football at the park, licked a couple of kids playing basketball, peed on multiple piles of leaves and almost pulled me into the ditch trying to get a partial cookie someone had pitched out. But I will say the weather was beautiful and the clouds looked amazing.
I should be enjoying each moment instead of rushing through it to get to the next one. I'm going to let Chase teach me this lesson now instead of waiting until it's too late.