First Monday Morning Caffeine Response

This week is hanging over my head as though about to drop. Dripping weeklong anxiety. Three or four tracks running sometimes parallel, sometimes anti-llel. Pushing for a new job in my evenings, I go through the routine and answer the questions. Filled in applications. Why Sarah can't work I'll never know.
I'd be lying if I said it didn't bother me. I already put in 40 Hours, and now she has no problem putting another 20 on my shoulders. Her regrets are all waving wavelengths of compressed and decompressed air. This is the last time I let her unravel from obligation. This family juggle is not all mine, and I refuse to let her lounge on the couch and scream at my kids while feeling sorry for the long lesson in patience.
Maybe this time she'll learn. Or will this lesson belong to me?