Being a mom is exhausting.

Next week is my last with Miss J, as she will be moving to preschool full-time and I will be having a baby at some point. We have been in transition, splitting time between me and the new school so she can get used to it there. Phoebe and I had some free time this morning, so what do we do?

We fill that free time of course. It's what we do.

We took Bruce to school, played at a park, picked up a few items at the grocery store, picked up gardening stuff at the hardware store, took said gardening stuff to garden to put in, dug up and played with worms, baked cookies, delivered a birthday treat, ate picnic lunch outside, and took 10-minute power nap.

Then once we picked up Miss J from preschool, we had to cram in as much fun as possible since our time together is waning.

So we stopped for ice cream, went to an egg hunt at the library, picked up a treat for a friend, delivered said treat, played at a playground, picked up Bruce from his awesome after-school class, and headed home to play with dolls before Miss J's parents came to pick her up.

I'm exhausted. But if I wasn't, I wouldn't be doing my job right.