Taxi on a Pickle

That's how my life has been as described by my seven, oops..eight year old. He says to me one night, "Mom, you're like a taxi on a pickle." And, that's how I feel some days. Running here, there, and everywhere playing soccer mom caravan. And most recently, nurse to a hubby who had knee surgery. Throw in a couple parties to celebrate Jay-R's eighth birthday and yes, I am like a taxi on a pickle. (I guess because a pickle is round and rolls...not quite sure the pickle part, but hey, it works!)

I promise I am back. No more long delays between postings. I will post pictures soon of the birthday boy.

I am learning to not sweat the small stuff, take one day at a time, and breathe! My remedy for stress relief-running, writing, quiet time, laughing, and silliness with my kids. What relieves your stress in this crazy world?