Then there are days like today when the first few hours with my three children in their various stages of meltdown about drive me over the edge.

However, in this case, I send them off, pray for patience, regroup, and rejoin them at Berit's soccer game. And boy am I glad I did that, instead of going to yoga. Because you know what? Her team didn't score a single goal out there - but man, she looked good, tearing down the field with the ball in front of her! Like the other girls, she always seemed to stop just shy of the goal... progress not perfection. And then there was the one bad face-plant as she was taking it down... ouch! But she recovered.