Last night, I collapsed into bed and thought, “Ugh, I can’t take another day. Another day of Sara’s stimulant wearing off. Another day of Kelly clamoring for attention in the most awful of ways. Another day of deep-cleaning the house and the cats. Ugh…UGH-UGH!”

This morning I threw on my (filthy) coat/blanket/quilted parka, and begrudgingly got into the minivan. It was dark. It was cold. I forgot to make coffee. Kelly piped up and and started talking about her “Funny Bones” theater class, and how nervous she was about this afternoon’s cast selection. DID SOMEONE SAY “THEEE-AH-TAH?”

I’m in.

All the way to school we ran lines and played the musical’s soundtrack. How engaging is a musical about grammar? It’s ENGROSSING. I really can’t imagine anything cuter on this earth than a 7-year old with a tiny lisp hoping she lands the part of the Semicolon. These are the moments of Motherhood to be treasured. These are the moments which make the no-pay/no-benefits/no-decent-sleep worth it.

Personally, I would like to be the Capital Grammarosaurus, but I’m a limelight hog. In all honesty, I have no singing talent, so I couldn’t snag the Semicolon role, even on my best day. AND…I’m 42 years old. So. There’s that.

After 1000 hugs from the girls I caught up with Sara’s teacher to hear she is doing very well. As is the way with stimulants, they turn the ADHD-ship around quite quickly, and rather dramatically. It comes at a price (side effect city), but it’s a miracle for those who need it. I’m praying for this miracle with every cell of my being.

The Slog is a little less sloggy today. My 90 year old Grandfather is super excited because he got the motorized cart at Wal-Mart without having to wait, reminding me it’s the little things that matter. Here’s hoping your slog is less sloggy as well. And may the weekend greet us with open arms! And may Kelly not become a Method-Acta’ while imitating a Semicolon!