In the midst of feeding my child breakfast and applying my make–up, I scavenged the house for five library books that were due back at the branch today.
Running down to the bus stop, I made a detour two blocks away to drop them off. Weighed down a tad more than usual, my laptop bag hit my hips with heavy thuds reminding me that this was not my normal commute.
I was relieved to place the hefty board books in the "Return books here" slot and get on with my morning routine. As I walked away from the brick building, I couldn't help but say to myself, "You know you're a mother when..."