Foster Further

This morning I took the girls to a Quaker meeting. It was lovely. The time change occurred this morning and as I lay in bed with an extra hour to think about what I really wanted to do I realized that I simply could not abide another Sunday morning of talking and sitting and standing and flipping to the right page and bowing and reciting and singing, followed by awkward attempts at socialization in the five seconds I have to make eye contact with another adult inbetween ferrying plates of cheese and crackers and glasses of juice to two little girls who lose their minds at the sight of any buffet spread because they want it ALL and they want it all for MYSELF so they grab and spill and break down into tears unless I can perfectly do the parental dance of dodging and distraction. It's two hours of being on! when I just want to sit quietly and turn everything off. So I lay there thinking in the extra hour I had and remembered the blessed stillness and companionable quiet of th...