The first week of March always requires me to make rapid gear shifts, but this one was a doozy, even for March. The constant woosh and rush of wild March wind makes everything seem more urgent, more desperate, and less comfortable. My journal entries always seem to be more detailed when I'm in crisis mode, so this is a copy-paste-and-edit-for-coherence journal post.
Monday, February 28, 2022: What a day. I had a lot of housework on my list today (laundry, meal plan, grocery shopping, vacuum, make bread, make dinner). Right after the girls caught the school bus this morning, Jeff texted and asked if I would come help out at track practice in the afternoon, since one of the assistant coaches was out with a back injury. I reluctantly said yes. So I rushed through all of my work (and fit in a run and a short yoga sesh) and even managed to put dinner in the instant pot and rice cooker before picking Jay up from school. After I had dropped Jay off at home, I turned around and drove back to the school for track practice.