A.M.

Trying to get the last child of the day out- in this case Nora, is still pending. Amazing how much of my mornings for the last 16 years has been about trying to get somebody somewhere on time, having surmounted the daunting obtacles of incomplete homework, nothing to wear, do not feel well, substitute teacher etc. Not exactly a clear path leading me to my work every morning. They do exhaust me temporarily and sometimes I have to forcibly shift the gears in my head (which hurts a little bit) to turn my attention elsewhere. It's a tricky pursuit to keep it going in which I am not alone. I wonder if Nora is dressed by now.