Good Lord. Can life be any crazier?
The rush.
The rush to wake up early after very little sleep and get the day started.
The rush to make and eat and clean up breakfast.
Get everyone cleaned, dressed and ready to rush out the door.
Check the clock.
Not late yet, but pushing our luck.
God help us if we have a last-minute diaper change or run to the potty.
Rushing to finish task number one on our “day off”.
Rushing to prep yet another meal. Eat. Clean it up…again.
Are we having fun yet?
Rush to throw more laundry in after lunch and contemplate a quick dinner for later.
Find hubby’s suitcase for trip number three this month.
Have daughter’s car towed for the second time in week before hubby leaves.
Rush to squeeze in five minutes of googling a new car for daughter.
Time to rush out the door again.
This will not stop till I rush to get little ones bathed and in pj’s and into bed, in hopes that my eyes will stay open long enough to read a few pages of my new book, or write another blog, or watch some mindless show on t.v.
I am pretty sure I may have written about a day just like this one, several times before. So if there is one thing you have learned about me, that there is a small bit of consistency in my life.
I am rushing now to finish this before the troops literally come marching in to find me huddled at the computer venting about my day so far…
Maybe I should start running… I am getting faster with all this rushing around and typing like a whiz…
Karma Is A Funny Thing 