As I pull myself up off the ground I take a minute to sit up and breathe. Things have been much too busy and the fact that it is bright outside is throwing me off too, I feel I have a ton of time, but the reality is no, I only have a few more hours of my day to get things done. Sustaining attention to do anything seems impossible here lately, but things are getting done. Who doesn't have stuff to do, who am I to sit here and talk about how busy I am? I don't know one person that isn't slammed to the ground most of the time. So, here I go, breathing, breathing, breathing, dusting, dusting, going back down now! :)

This kid was one of two that was very tired this afternoon, but after he was finished crying over his plate he asked for a hug, caught me off guard, I was too busy reminding myself, "He is tired, he is three, he is tired, he is three, he is one, he is tired, he is tired, he is one, he is tired, he is three, one and half hours until bed time." Oddly enough, I wasn't so stressed after that wonderful at the dinner table hug.