Hoop jumping...they ought to make it an Olympic sport. It is the thing we get good at after years in the hood-a-mother. I have these lovely imagines that come to mind, when I have one of those days where I can't believe what I accomplished. All those logistics and disparate elements, all those phone calls and difficult to gather information, like gathering glitter scattered on the floor. Well met communication, wherein I etched out the details with carefully crafted questions. Just so I could make a schedule for my child that made some sense and worked for everyone involved with as much ease and grace as possible. That's a skill set baby, don't ever let anyone say otherwise!