Another breath taken

The highly structured day in which I work has been a blessing. So too its pace. There has been no time to think beyond the needs of those around me for whom I am responsible.

At work, I am off-balance. I am struggling for the bigger picture, but my brain is foggy with lack of sleep as I adjust to the shifts in our personal lives.

I have killed spiders; I have helped with math homework; I have listened and listened and hugged and listened. I have loyally enthused with the rightful recipients of my loyalty and enthusiasm. I have realized that having only one bathroom in a three-female household isn't the problem, it is having only one blow-dryer. Two more are on order. I have gone to the sports section of Canadian Tire and purchased equipment for my budding ringette player, and helped the paper-deliverer to sort out the problem of delivering 46 papers to 47 houses.

And that was just today, before I got to choir practice. Where, finally, I took a little breath and felt the music begin its return.