Two-hour delay

When a mom such as myself enrolls in graduate school, she must consider the many hurdles and obstacles that will dutifully step in her path like it was high-noon: bull-legged legs wide, chaps blowing in the breeze, a tumble weed rolls by, holsters at hip, brow low, ready to draw, in order to compromise the very well thought out daily schedule for not only herself but her three delightful children.

This is one of those days.