It’s been one of those crazy, hardly time to catch my breath kind of days, the kind of day where I needed two or three extra hours just to make my day work.
We were out the door before 7:30 this morning so that the boys could catch their respective busses, and then I raced to work for 8:00, steeling myself for the various projects that needed my attention. Emails. Phone calls. Various interruptions. And some long, solid blocks of time to work on those things on my priority list.
And then straight to my middle son’s school to watch his rugby game (he scored four tries!), over to a friend’s to pick up my youngest son, and then a quick run to pick up my eldest from work. The fastest dinner preparation on record, while simultaneously teaching my youngest how to do long subtraction. And then back out to get my middle son to soccer practice.
I am a rock star mom.
And then… quiet. An hour and a half without any kids and a long trail through woods and peaceful farmland. No noise except the birds. And, at long last, time to breathe.