This week is one of those where I can’t seem to catch my breath.  And yet, I don’t feel overcommitted.  I just think it’s a phase of the ages and stages we’re in.  Does this seem possible to anyone but me?

I have three boys, only one of whom is playing a sport right now, thank goodness.  At any given time, however, all three of them might be playing something or other.

I have a husband who travels.  Often.

I have my own stuff:  writing, school volunteering and, oh yeah, those pesky tasks like doing laundry and feeding my kids.

In the midst of all this craziness, I frequently leave laundry unfolded to make time to catch up with friends.  I’m so glad I do, because my troubles easily fade away when I enjoy a laugh with the girls.

So please excuse my wrinkle-clothed children, with long hair that’s been due for a trim for a week and a half now.  I’ve been busy with their stuff, my stuff, and a few drinks with friends.

Cheers!