Small moments

Since I started working, life seems to fly by. I have no idea if I'm coming or going most of the time. Only things that are absolutely necessary get done. (I've determined that meals are optional though my kids seem to disagree.)

I feel like I never see the kids anymore and my time with Ken is very limited now. Any spare moment I have is spent reading text books or doing homework. I only have two more weeks of my school left though. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel but I am very much still IN the tunnel.

Ken is out of town for the next two weeks so that doesn't help my sanity level at all. One day at at time...

So, the other night, Ken was working late and all the kids were asleep except Henry. I was doing homework on the computer while Henry played with his trains on the floor next to me. Suddenly, I noticed the room was very quite. I turned my attention away from the computer to discover that Henry (and ALL his trains) had gone to bed by himself .


"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away."

Some breaths are happy, some are sad, and some are heavy laden with guilt... I need to slow down and remember to enjoy the small precious moments each day. They are guaranteed to happen, with or without me.

And I will.....

Just give me TWO more weeks.