Toot.... Toot....

Gonna toot my own horn for a minute. We don't toot our own horns enough as mom's. As women.

Sick as hell. Pulled my ass out of bed. Made it through the day at work. Meetings. Accomplishments. Socialization. Did it all. Yoga was my calm in the storm. Lunchtime yoga. Heaven.

Went to DI with the six girls. By myself. Didn't exact rock it, but survived it. Took Ally and a friend to gymnastics. Took another girl home for another mom who is working out of town. Mom help. That's what makes the world go 'round. Got Luke.

Still made it to the store. Got food for meals this week. Luckily, we are going out a lot this week so it was a short trip.

Came home and made a wonderful dinner. Mostacolli, salad and crusty bread with oil. Yum. Luke ate like a champ. Ally ate like a champ. Luke asked me to make it again sometime. We sat at the table as a family as we so often do and in my cold haze, it was a wonderful dinner. The kids were in great spirits. Luke was especially silly. It was a kairos moment for sure. For sure.

I even did most of the dishes as I cooked so there were very few to do after. Scott is getting the kids around. I will slip in and read to Luke. Then tuck myself in. Sweet dreams out there. This supermom/woman is looking forward to her pillow.