Dashing

Before my mother-in-law left town, I made a mad between-feedings dash to CVS to pick up a refill of Happiness-In-A-Pill (aka Prevacid) for Silas… and ran into my friend Amy who also has three kids under the age of four.  And she, too, was making a child-less mad dash to CVS!

Oh, how I wanted to sit down amongst the greeting cards and pencil sharpeners and have our first real conversation in the three years I’ve known her!  No interruptions, no runny noses to wipe, no wailing infants to console, no snack-needing toddlers, no preschoolers fighting over toys….

Alas, mad dashing is mad dashing….  we laughed, we hugged, and off we dashed again!