I am now writing this instead of getting ready to go back to the school to attend my daughter's publishing party. I have exactly an hour to eat, shower, unload the dishwasher and cut 60 tiny pieces of chocolate peppermint bark. My daughter woke up this morning with a stomachache, worried that I would be late to the party. I guess she has every right to be.
I think that I am an adrenaline junkie, loving that rush you get when you are running late late late, but then you manage to make it on time.
So I better get on with it.