This week was a bit jammed pack and suddenly I find myself with two kids in bed and it is Friday night. How did that happen? Between doctor visits, a playdate, exercise, and the minutia of life, the week flew by. And I don’t think life will slow down until next weekend. Maybe. That’s the weekend before Thanksgiving. We are driving to Ohio for Thanksgiving, so I guess I’ll be getting ready for that.

So, as I look behind me and see the debris of the last week and I look before me to the other appointments and get togethers and even more minutia, I tell myself I have to stop and slow down.

Today, I was gifted with slow time. I woke up feeling awful and very sore (probably not sick, just sore from working out). Damon helped by taking the boys away from me for over two hours. I worked out, took my shower, took a little nap, and got to catch up on some TV. It was plenty of time for me to feel like me again. And face the fast pace our life seems to be taking right now. (Thanks, Damon. It was really sweet of you.)

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