the hurry

Today I ...

woke up three kids, made sure they were properly dressed, fed them some breakfast, packed nutritious lunches and snacks, dropped two of them off at their respective schools, taught an art lesson to a bunch of first graders, headed towards the posh gym, busted my butt on the eliptical for 45 minutes, rushed home, stroked my nauseous mother's brow, showered, went to the chiropractor for the still problematic shoulder/neck, flew through Whole Foods, dashed home, attempted to hydrate my nauseous mother, put groceries away, shoveled in some lunch for me, served dad his lunch, hustled back to the elementary school, taught another art lesson to another group of first graders, zipped to the high school, picked up Matt and his buddy, brought them to the comic book store, tore over to Evan's school, picked up Evan and his buddy, dropped Matt and his buddy off at the buddy's house, brought Evan and his buddy home, got a 40 minute break, drove over to Josh's school to get him from the after school enrichment program, came home, started dinner, fed the family in two shifts, helped Josh with his homework, and read Josh the two torturously boring library books he keeps taking out in response to there being no Lego Star Wars books in the school library (why?).

Then I was helping Evan with some of his homework after all that other stuff when I had to go to the bathroom. I told Evan to start doing some different work while I took the math sheet that had him stumped into the bathroom with me because

1. the bathroom is where this mom goes to hide
2. I can usually sneak an extra minute in for fun stuff like magazine reading and
3. the overwhelming volume of the television is slightly muffled while in there with the door shut and the water running so I thought maybe I could concentrate better.

During my extra minute in the potty I focused on Evan's math problem and figured out where he had gone wrong.

When I emerged and presented Evan with my wisdomful (because I am smarter than a fifth grader) 42 year old mathematical wisdom. He was astounded. He said "You figured that out while in the bathroom?" I nonchalantly answered " yes " (because the porcelain gods, they help me to think) and he who has absolutely no idea what I do around here at all got saucer eyed and said "Whoa, that is amazing multi-tasking."