On this fifth day of the kids' school vacation I woke up feeling decidedly anxious. Anxious for no reason at all, unless you count the fact that I was facing another day alone with five rambunctious kids.
While we were having breakfast Ot dropped a knife. Then Piet dropped his knife. Then Jan dropped his knife. And then Teuntje spilled her milk, and I felt like screaming. So when Maartje got into a fight with Piet about who had first dibs on the butter, I decided it was time for drastic measures: I had to go out for a run.
Luckily the kids are finally old enough to be left alone for half an hour, so I hurriedly put on my running clothes and ran out the door like a bat out of hell, or a mom after five days of school vacation.
While I ran I threw away my frustrations about the falling knives, my annoyance over the spilled milk, and my despair of ever having a moment to myself.
As I ran and ran, I felt my anxiousness disappear and make room for a feeling of calmth.
And when I got home and the kids hadn't cleared up the breakfast dishes I didn't even bat an eye.
Thank God for running to keep me on an even keel.