The working mom's struggle

Yesterday was a busy day for my family.   I worked from 7:30am until about 5:30, with a 1 hour lunch break.  Chase had to take a sick day to stay home with our feverish baby.  Unfortunately that little sick toddler was asleep during my lunch break so I didn't get to see her.  I rushed home after work to start dinner.  I tried to balance the baby on one hip, talk to our teen about his day at school, and cook dinner all at the same time.  Chase went to go get ready in our room for CPR certification class.  The babysitter arrived right as the house started to fill with smoke.  I'm a pretty good vet, a loving mom, and an ok artist...but I'm a terrible chef!  I don't know how to cook with the cast iron skillet without filling my house with smoke.  I think maybe not rushing is the trick....but ain't nobody got time for that.   We got most of dinner on the table in time to go to our class, but the teen had to finish the mac and cheese.  We waved goodbye to the kids, and shoved our faces full of food on the way out the door.  Luckily this isn't our  babysitter's first rodeo with our kids so we didn't have to explain anything.

We arrived 10 minutes late to our CPR class, but we didn't miss anything.  About 30 minutes in, my cell phone starts going off.  Algebra crisis.  I texted the teen that he'd have to wait for us to get home...or try his luck with grandpa!  After calling Nanna, he decided to wait until we got home.