Sometimes I feel that my days need some sort of middle ground.

For instance this morning-

Hurry up:

get up way to early, get Clara back to sleep, go back to bed, wake up, breakfast, clean up breakfast, check on sheep, collect duck eggs, feed dogs, shower myself and both girls, comfort Clara after she falls and bites tongue, clean up blood, get dressed, get girls dressed, put Clara down for a nap, pack truck up, get everyone in truck

Wait:

drive truck, think about all the things I could be doing if I wasn’t driving, find my road is closed and think about more things I would rather be doing than driving even further

Hurry up:

go to feed mill, go to gas station, go to Dadant and Son’s bee supply, make an unscheduled  McDonalds  stop (how did it get to be after noon!?)

Wait:

drive home, think about more things I would like to be doing instead of driving

Hurry up:

get unloaded, feed Clara, let out dogs, clean up Clara, clean up Ivy who peed on herself while going to bathroom, put Ivy in shower, water plants, discover Clara ripped all her wipes to shreds, clean up wipes, help Ivy wipe off poop, finish watering plants, change diaper, change laundry, answer three phone calls that all come within a ten minute period, realize Ivy is out of the shower but the shower is still running, turn it off, prod Ivy into getting dressed, drag both girls upstairs, read to Ivy, threaten her with a fate worse than death if she dares move off her bed or makes noise, put Clara down

And Wait:

sit at computer standing guard until Ivy actually falls asleep or she will know that I left the house and pop out of bed and run around, wonder how on earth it got to be quarter to three, plan for my next hurry up session, and write a blog post…