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Sometimes being a mom is an exercise in insanity.

Got up, drank my smoothie, did my strength training. So far, so good.

Samson had scouts and Monica has a service project—in another city. Piled them, along with Caleb (and his accouterments), an apple, a protein bar, and my water into the car.

Dropped off Samson and Monica. Pulled out the scooter and helmet and started out with Caleb on a 20-minute run. We went through a cemetery where he preceded to ask me, “Who died here?” at 200-some-odd headstones. Restarted stopwatch and started “run” again. Finished just as Monica finished up.

Took Caleb and Monica to the park. Ate my apple and bar. Played on the playground until Samson was done.

Picked up Samson. Drove home.

At “second breakfast” at lunch time. Got in shower.

Still dripping wet, I am informed by Monica that Crystal just called to remind her that the birthday party—45 minutes away—that we had on the calendar tomorrow, was already in progress.

Threw clothes on. Threw Monica in car. Threw a chicken, bean, rice concoction, a broccoli slaw, and water into the car. Drove around the lake. Dropped Monica off at party. Drove back to the crossroads. Ate lunch, or dinner, or whatever that was supposed to be. Bought presents. Wrapped up presents. Drove back to party. Threw Monica and party favors back into car. Drove home.

Pulled into driveway. Ran into house. Grabbed Belinda, Samson, and Caleb and threw them into the car alongside Monica. Drove to BYU while being hand-fed yogurt, crackers, and Laughing Cow cheese by Belinda.

Parked near Harris Fine Arts Center where Alana was performing in the Young Ambassador's Singing Entertainer Talent Showcase. Ran into building. Sat down. Watched, recorded, applauded Alana singing “Listen” from Dream Girls. (Seriously stunning.)

Drove home. Delegated dishes. Threw kids into bed. Ate a chicken, bean, barley concoction and a green salad.

I'm not sure what kind of score this gets, but considering the circumstances, I think I deserve serious kudos.

Alison Moore Smith is a 61-year-old entrepreneur who graduated from BYU in 1987. She has been (very happily) married to Samuel M. Smith for 40 years. They are parents of six incredible children and grandparents to two astounding grandsons. She is the author of The 7 Success Habits of Homeschoolers.