I hope this finds you leisurely basking in the whatever-ness of a clear, sunny Saturday morning. That's exactly what is happening here.
I have enjoyed my first cup of coffee in over a week, (I was on hiatus from coffee after my bout with the flu.) a new Blue Lotus Seed Mud Mask applied for exfoliation, detoxification, and brightness.
Please don't think me vain, but obviously, I am. As forty looms in the next couple of years, I look in the mirror and find some lines that weren't there before this fourth boy. It seems I raise my eyebrows too much and too often. The proof is written right there on my face, the etched forehead, to be exact.
This morning, Team Umizoomi has serenaded me with positive vibes of mighty math powers and problem solving. I'm trying to finish a novel I started reading on Wednesday night. It's good and keeping my attention, it's just that other things (people) need my attention too. Who is even watching this show? It's playing to an empty living room while I stand in the kitchen, elbows on the counter, looming over my Kindle.
Suddenly, it's 10:23! We have basketball team pictures at 11:00. I have to close the cover to this book. I have to feed these little people. We are in charge of snacks today. Pack quickly, fill a water bottle, shove the shoes in that bag, oh, where's the diaper bag?!? "Boys?!?" I call out to anyone who might be listening. "We have to go! I forgot about pictures!"
Normal game time is noon, so we are off schedule by more than an hour. The boys are rushing, now. Get in the car, load the snacks, find the diaper bag. We're going to make it, right?