Making it work.

This morning, Al gave me a permission slip for one of his Summer activities. I filled it out and made sure it was on the calendar and then I started to mentally work out how everything was going to fit in the applicable schedules. I was like, dang. For the past twelve years at least, I have calculated and figured out every minute detail of how these outings were going to work before I even applied my signature to the form. I know, because I was in the process of doing it when I stopped cold in my tracks this morning. It felt good to exhale, sign the note, return it to its owner and move on with my life, without any further thought.