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One of Those Mad Dash Days

I like a routine.  It is comfortable to me; predictable.  And even with six kids at home, I am generally able to stick to it.
 
Today, however, is  not a routine day for me.  It is  one of those days where I hit the floor running and don't stop until I fall into bed.  (I know you know what I am talking about.) Robert Frost's line from "Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening" often replays in my mind  on days like this--"And miles to go before I sleep."
 
Even as I write this I have people crowded around me in the kitchen.  My kids are home from school (plus one), my husband is chatting with his mother, Mom Dot,  who lives with us.  I spent most of the day in Syracuse speaking to a group of wonderful MOPS moms, barely had arrived home when my three year old's teacher  emailed me (for the third time this year) asking me if I would I please speak to him, he is not listening to the teachers.  He was sent to the principal's office--twice.
 
Now is the time for action, I decided.  I picked him up earlier than planned so I could catch the teacher and made him apologize.  (I will let you know if it is effective.  I know I have nine kids, but this one makes me feel like I don't know what I am doing.)
 
So, I am bloging in the middle of the bustle, unable to find my routing today.  Isn't there a song, called "Mama said there'd be days llike this?"  It is today.
 
But I am embracing it as best I can.  All the commotion only means I have a full life, after all. And for that, I am thankful.  AND I am thankful that I have a pot of leftover spaghetti sauce on the stove, into which I threw a leftover porkchop--a secret I leaarned from my sister, Pam.
 
Cheers and a new appreciation to the daily routine.  Maybe it will return tomorrow.
 

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