Little time

 I rush around to be on time, to get dressed, to make sure teeth are brushed, breakfast is made  the kids eat, are dressed, lunches made, meetings set, arrangements are made so hopefully the day will go smoothly.  Through all the hustle and busle and worry I forget to enjoy the day.  Then life is rudely intruppeted with a big smack of reality, a force greater than a hurrican.  The news of a death or the battle someone you know will be facing.  It makes you stop for some time.  And then as time goes by I fall back into the familar routine, the hustle and busel, the rush of the moments, the worries of life as an adult and parent.  There really is so little time, so the many hats that you wear, make sure they are vibrant, brilliant, loud and obnoxious hats!  Hats that no one could possibly forget!