This past week was a very busy week and actually I saw shadows of days gone by when I was raising my two children as a single mom. I guess because I found myself going in one direction then another. I can recall a day like this... it's been a long day at work and I'm leaving the office only to make my mad dash through traffic to hurry home to pick-up the kids and my mother and drive to the school for Open House before it's over. We all jump out of the car run to each class I meet the teachers, we briefly chat and smile. I give them each my business card and let them know they can contact me at any time if they need to. Mean while my kids are saying "oh mom, not your business cards". We say good-bye then pile into the car to drive my mom home and back to our home to review homework, make sure baths are done and then off to bed and a story. Then I take a deep breath, go to the kitchen serve my self my dinner and eat in front of the TV my plate in one hand and a magazine in my lap. My son walks over to me and says "mommy, I can't sleep" I put my half eaten plate down, I place the unopened magazine beside it and take my son by his hand back to the room. It’s around midnight before I get to my room and I lay my head down and before I know it the alarm is ringing and its 5:30 am and the day begins again. Does this sound familiar to you?
