The next two hours were a blur. Usually, that expression means that everything moved fast. Not so in this instance. The timer went off at a snail’s pace. It was like watching the world go by encased in amber. Swimming through jello. This sense of “other” that made everything drag on and on and on.
It wasn’t because of boredom either. There was just too much going on for me to focus? Who was crying in the other room? What happened? Was my bladder full enough to pee?
The play area was the most normal station. Nothing but toddler and baby toys. I sat on the floor with my back against a shelf, and most of my body hidden by a dollhouse.