The other morning was cra-zy. Not really out-of-the-ordinary crazy. But also not normal crazy. H. started an exercise bootcamp and was so WIPED, I volunteered to do wholesale deliveries for Flourish if he did breakfast and lunches. I promised to be back fast enough to take the kids to school.
He graciously, breathlessly, sweatingly accepted. I did, too. To me,it sounded like a break from routine. I got home at 7:45 am to pick up the kids and go. They are genetic freaks who like to be early or feel they are late. I swooped in, helped finish lunches, pack bags and off we went. Oddly, Daughter was crying in the car. (NOTE: Not the scary silent cry...but more the "I'm a pre-teen and my life is over cry". Apparently it was a tough morning (the 20- 30 min I wasn't there) and she was very upset.
I pulled the car over (kiss of death). Paused and looked at the car clock and paused and looked at her. I said, very clearly and calmly..."It's before 8 am. There is nothing FUNDAMENTALLY wrong in your life. You have a choice to make today. Like any day. Choose to have a good day." She (dramatically) wiped her eyes and agreed.
Some days, I think it's going to be all right. Some days. One step at a time.
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