savagemama: A tight rope called trust

This time of year, chaos seems to be the catalyst that drives us from one day to the next. Yesterday looked like this:

I woke up at six and wrote a freelance story before the kids woke up. When they did I filled juice cups, made cinnamon toast, dressed them in layers and got them in the car by 9 a.m. I dropped Eliza off at preschool staying long enough to work a puzzle with her, then grabbed the two two year olds I watch one day a week and ushered them toward the car. With three little girls I went to the post office, then the grocery store, then finally retreated to my house. Read More »