Some days all I want is for the machine to function. By the machine I am referring to the family schedule. If I just oil everything properly, get the kids fed, out the door, walk the dog, go to work then the "mechanical" routine maintains my forward momentum. I am careful not to look back at the wake left behind by the morning routine (a messy kitchen, a table littered with dishes, towels and clothes on the floor). Most days I can handle the job of House Manager-Scheduler-Mechanic.
Sometimes something breaks. Someone is sick and the domino effect begins. I have to slow down. Shift gears. And it alters my misguided belief that forward momentum equals progress.
Today, let progress be to sit still, nurse a sore throat and read a book to my child. Progress. So be it.
