Sometimes I have to take Boo Boo La La to gymnastics because T-Bone has a meeting.
I always think in the morning - we'll be so RUSHED - I will barely have time to get her, get her changed and THEN, what will we do about dinner???
I imagine asking her when I pick her up if she wants Subway or McDonald's.
But then, as I drive toward school after work, I change my mind.
Suddenly I think to myself.
Wait a second - why would it be faster to go to Subway or McDonald's? Boo Boo can't change into her leotard while we are choosing food or sitting in the drive-thru.
I have fruit and tortillas and peanut butter at home.
Hmmm, I will just get her and run home the eight blocks, she can change while I make a peanut butter roll-up and cut her an apple.
My point is, I do have time. I am not as rushed as I work myself up to be. I just need to drive and breathe for a second.