I have a lot of “those” days. Those long days where you seem like you never get to sit down. Where you run from here to there and take a dozen phone calls while on the go.
This week has been a string of “those” days. Today was dance class day. Which means I spent forty-five minutes convincing Maura to wait for her turn at dance. Which meant I wrestled and dealt her while she ran around, pounded on the door to the dance class room and in-between, sat on my lap and cried, then was consoled and happy for a few more minutes. Of course, once she was able to have her dance class, Miriam was a chatty cathy who talked so much I wasn’t sure she was breathing. (Of course, Miriam gets that honestly – she comes from a long line of talkative women.)
For someone who didn’t dance at all, I was physically exhausted by the end of it all. So I fed the kids cereal for dinner. Either I was the world’s best mom, or the world’s worst. Feel free to be the judge. I don’t mind.
