Undivided

I was especially behind—on everything–one day last week, and I rifled through my desk, alternating between the computer, the calendar and an oppressive stack of papers.  At bus drop-off, the boys exploded through the door the way they always do—noise, papers, backpacks, coats, the smell of pencils.

They assaulted the snack cabinet while I continued my work.  “Mmm-hmm,” I mumbled, in a half-answer to their comments.  “Sure,” I answered, dangerously, to a question or two I hadn’t really heard.

The noise and unwinding continued, as did my hyper-focused work, until my two youngest sons ran for the back door.  It was beautiful and sunny outside—sometimes Oklahoma will knock the February chill out of the air, if only for an afternoon…  {read more at Parenting.com}