This is how my day went:
Did a stupid thing by staying up reading until after 2:00 am. Woke up at 7:00 to see first child off to school and drive carpool for second child. Ate breakfast with third and fourth, then left to attend a writer's conference (where I also had a book signing). All was well.
Finished my mid-day signing, finally sat down in a class with a row of gorgeous writer friends when...my cell phone starts buzzing. (It was on vibrate, because--well, I'm not THAT rude.) Obviously, school is out. I ignore the first two calls. By number three, I'm worried. Stand up, scoot down the row, out the door, spend the rest of the hour in the hall on the phone.
Go to next class. Get a text. And then a second and third. Sigh. Answer texts, which makes even more flow in. It's now 4:00. I haven't stopped to eat lunch, but my kids want dinner. Time to go home--try again tomorrow.
No homework is done, nor chores, and kids are fighting over the computer.But as soon as I park the car, my nine-year-old comes running into the garage. "Mom! You're home!" Throws his arms around me and squeezes tight. "I missed you, Mom."
My teen girls wave from behind cell phone text-screens, and my sixteen-year-old son drops his arm around my shoulder (yes, he's taller than me) and says, "So how was your day?" And then, "Can I borrow the car?"
I really do love being a mom. Really.
And tonight, I'm going to bed early.