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There was no room in the coffee shop to sit, so I’m out here with my latte and computer.  It’s about 45 degrees and I’m going to type till my fingers freeze up. 

Today has been a blur-a blur of getting done, checking off, meeting the deadlines, and leading my three little blurs along with me.  It started with a flurry of stress last night and led right into the early evening today.  The culmination of stressful moments came when we were on our way out with our science experiments and cookie orders in hand and discovered an empty key hook on the way to the car. The hook for the car keys, that is.  

In that moment, the blur skidded to a stop and then began in a reverse, slow-motion cloud.  This is test I thought.  It’s a test from God, and the test is-will I completely lose it?  There were 3 little people who kept me from answering that test with a yes.  So as they strapped themselves in the car(the door was unlocked) with the confidence that mommy could handle it, I walked around the house chanting my new mantra “Lord, show me the keys.  Lord help me find those keys.”

The mantra failed, but with deep breaths, I was still hanging in there.  With the aid of a speedy and sympathetic husband(or one afraid to come home later if he couldn’t solve the dilemna and avoid complete pregnant-wife-on-no-sleep-breakdown), we were headed down the driveway.  And so the blur sped back up, faster than it had been the rest of the day.  My body carried out the motions, the tasks got done.  

And now I’m here. 

Freezing, but fully clear-headed at the same time, not a blur in sight.  Tired, but invigorated while the latte lasts.  Free of the the busy, and not even contemplating how to prevent it from coming back tomorrow.  Because right now it’s absent and tomorrow is distant. 

So my baby and I are here, with cold fingers, and wide-eyed senses, together and bright.