There wasn’t time in my schedule to think, to plan, to daydream. Every minute of the day was scheduled for maximum efficiency. The only time ideas trickled into my thoughts was when I was trying to sleep, and I’d force myself to clear my mind in order to get the sleep I needed.
Rushing to get everyone dressed, washed, brushed, combed. Rushing to get breakfast into them and finalize the school lunch. Rushing to get to the bus stop in time. All while checking my phone (a.k.a. my watch, my calendar, my survival device) every couple of minutes to make sure we’re meeting our morning “milestones.”
Were we all downstairs, fully dressed and ready, by 7 a.m.? Check. Were the kids finished breakfast and getting into their outerwear at 7:20 a.m.? Check. Were we walking out the door at 7:25 a.m.? Check. My project management background made our lives incredibly efficient but I was paying the price every time my throat tightened …
|Hint: one of my absolute favourite books, The Fringe Hours, is about to come into play …|