The other day I was late to pick up Claire from gymnastics.
I was stressed because my friends were helping me out again to get Lu to swim team and I hate to be dependent on people.
I was wishing I could multiply myself and be at Max and Elle's sports matches cheering them on and trying to coach Grace on how to put together dinner over the phone while I was gone.
My car was chock-full of "stuff" which was sliding around every time I turned a corner. I was grumpy and on the verge of a freak-out because there were so many deadlines and things I needed to be doing right at that second in time.
I had a few questions for my flooring lady so I gave her a call. After apologizing for bugging her after the office was closed she gave me a little epiphany:
She told me it was all good, she was all alone in her house just catching up on her "shows." When I laughed and told her what I was doing right at that second and how dreamy to be alone at home sounded, she told me she hated it. She missed those grown up kids of hers more than she could say.
She told me she'd switch places with me in a heart-beat.
And right then and there I realized I better buck-up. Because these kids of mine are going to grow up all too soon. And I won't have stuff like this going on all the time to keep me occupied :)