Every year I think our family schedule is hectic, insane and chock-full and swear that it couldn't get any worse. Every fall I prove myself wrong. As the kids get older, there's always a new class to add or a new sport to try because everyone else is doing it. So we add: a class here, a playgroup there, and the mad dash from activity to activity begins. Last weekend, things reached a breaking point.
At 11:15 in the morning, I ran out of the house with my high heeled sandals unstrapped and my hair still wet from a quick shower. I buckled Jack and Juliette in their hot car seats, wrinkling their fancy outfits. It didn't feel like mid-September. It was hot, August hot, one of those bonus summer days in September, a last hurrah day. All we wanted to do was jump in the pool, but instead, we were piling into our sweltering mini-van. We were all sweating, yelling at each other, completely miserable. The fresh tracks of tears were still visible on both Bella's and Juliette's faces. We were already fifteen minutes late for the opening ceremony of Hebrew School.
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