Mission Impossible

This was a CRAZY weekend. There was so much going on around here. I had two 6 year olds jacked up like Tasmanian Devils. I mean literally, running, and spinning, and yelling, and laughing, and screaming, and did I mention running. My two oldest guys had their homecoming football game, and homecoming dance. They of course were going with different friends, in different directions. My 6th grader had a Hockey game, then a birthday party on the other side of town. And to top it all off it was the weekend of my little ones, Halloween Carnival at school. My husband was out of town, but did get home to help with the late night pick ups Saturday night, thank goodness.

I am not sure how, but it really didn't register in my brain, that Saturday- in particular-- was going to be mission impossible. I am only one person, I can only drive one car at a time, and it didn't occur to me that I couldn't be in three places at once. Until Saturday morning, around 7am, I was enjoying my coffee, and starting to think about my day.....and BAM it hit me---- how the heck am I supposed to do this?? Fortunately, I am a problem solver, it is what I do, LOL, I am only good at it because I get so much practice. It all worked out. Everyone got to where they were going. Everyone had fun. Everyone came home safe. The end. A Victory for Moms everywhere!

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