I made it to the elementary school this morning in the nick of time, bedraggled and out of breath. It wasn't even 8:30, and I had already made three breakfasts, walked the dog, found lost homework, conducted a mock spelling test, located misplaced socks, cleaned up cat barf and packed three lunches.
Now it was time to go to work. You know, real work. The kind where you collect a paycheck.
I felt beat.
A pretty blonde woman sidled up next to me, also dressed in office clothes. "You know, I have to wonder," she said as she trotted past, "Does this ever get easier?" We both broke out in laughter.
And I realized, suddenly, that my morning wasn't anything out of the ordinary. Moms - and dads - all over the world were doing the exact same thing, every day.
"I hope so," I replied. "I feel like I'm barely making it as it is."
She stopped and turned toward me.
"Really?" she said. I nodded.
"That makes me feel SO much better," she continued. " I feel like I'm the only one who's saying, 'Hurry, hurry, hurry - it's time to get in the car.'"
I shook my head. "No way," I told her. "Half the time, it's time to go, and my son has wandered back to his room and is playing with his Angry Birds."
We both laughed again and parted ways.
I felt immeasurably better. Our little exchange only took about two minutes, but it's amazing what a little mom support can do.