Hey, did I just run a marathon? It seemed that way: a blur of movement from point A to point B to point C and so on. The good news? I made it to the finish line!
Initially, I did not think I'd be speed racing through the day. Such a normal beginning!
A leisurely (albeit early) fruit breakfast with Ed and two cats...
And a wonderful second breakfast with my friend who is in town and who just makes my day when she carves out time to spend over a coffee and, in today's iteration -- an almond croissant.
But after that, it felt like I had been sprung from the starting line of a race. I came home. I rushed to finish the poster boards for the kids' school. Deadline? Now! They need to be ready!
This is when I remembered, too that I need blueberry muffins -- for today, and for the freezer, so that they are ready for when I next have the kids here. I zipped through that recipe, while taking care of some details of my mother's care over the phone...
And then an errand rush: to a shop that had a certain item needed for next week. From there -- to the kids school.
(school-wide pajama day today!)
And back to the farmhouse.
... where I wanted desperately to finish reading a long and great chapter of the spooky book we're on right now (we did it!). Next, I hurried the kids into the car, dropped Sparrow at violin and got Snowdrop's hair ready for dance and pfft -- in she goes to her class, while I go up to the grocery store because though I did a restock yesterday, I forgot tomatoes. Ed cannot live without tomatoes.
That was my finish line. I'm home now, cooking up a huge pot of chili for today and for next week.
Amazing that I'm not panting! Indeed, I'm relaxed. How can I not be? I made it! Yeah!
with love...
