We all know the song, we sing the refrain, it's prevalent in sports, it has made an appearance on singing shows. But, "It's the Final Countdown" can be a mantra, a fight song, an inspiration for those who need it. And this past week? Definitely needed a final countdown.
But, countdown to what? Another countdown?
Not to be a Debbie Downer, but I just completed a week from hell and I started the countdown Monday (which I hate) at 8 a.m. Updates were made on Wednesday. I survived Thursday and my final presentation today, Friday is done, over, never to be seen again. But, now I count down again. I count down the hours, minutes, seconds for the work day to end. Whether I go out with the team to partake in alcoholic beverages or go home and love on my family. This day HAS GOT TO END.
And when the day is done, I will count down the hours until my husband and I take our son to (finally) see the Lego movie. When that movie is over, I will count down the hours until my wonderful sister takes my wonderful son for the evening so my husband and I can enjoy 'grown up' time.
Then, missing my son, I will count down the hours until we pick him up. And once he's home we'll enjoy our time for a few hours until our son is so riled up I count down the hours until bed time. And then....I count down the hours until Monday (which I hate) sneaks up and begins another week from hell.
I see Wichita lurking around the corner. And though I don't want to, I am forced to count down the days until I have to leave my family for another night to travel to the booming metropolis.
At press time - 5 days, 10 hours, 12 minutes and 52 seconds. The sequel to Europe's song? It's Another Count Down! Sung by Elmo.
