So many things. Aside from the crazy and the gerbils, we live less than two miles from basically anywhere in our entire town- and literally with only one stoplight in my normal path- but I am still running late. People adjust. I've adjusted.
It wasn't a defining moment, and left very little imprint on my day. It was as if it was just part of the norm, as you do. Moving the minutes from one to the next. Here to there. What's one gerbil cage added to the list?
It was quite comical how short Sharing Time was compared to all that was required to get the gerbils there to be shared: I cleaned their cage and activity ball, drove them to school, signed in, applied my name tag, walked down to the class. Gray was pretty much like "here's my gerbils" and then went back to his seat. I'm seriously only exaggerating a smidge. I walked them back to the office, signed out, then took them home.
Then I felt a little guilty, like maybe I should have prepared him to speak in front of the class. He could have had some snappy facts about gerbils other than this one's black and they like to eat seeds. But he was happy nonetheless.
On the way I did see my first flooded cranberry bog and farmers wading through the harvest. And felt pleased that I'd piloted all four kids safely into Friday, we made it to the weekend, where all our time during the week is really being pushed toward, isn't it.
I am so happy we are all home and then am suddenly overcome with the life or death need for the house to just be quiet so that I can read my book.