Basking in the afterglow of creativity that followed me home from the festival, I jumped out of bed at 4:30 this morning, eager to spend a few hours writing before the children got up. I wrote furiously as stories bubbled up for what felt like minutes, but glancing at the clock, two hours had gone by.
Time to unload the dishwasher, shower, and ease myself back into the reality of mothering three little boys.
As I showered, I determined to hold onto this creative energy. Move slower through this day, I told myself.
A lot of good that did me.
Apparently, things move fast around here.
Parenting tip for today: If your toddler comes to you looking for water to brush his teeth or soak a paper towel, give it to him. Or at the very least, close the bathroom door.