Whew.

Thursdays make my head spin. I almost always hit them and wonder where the heck the week went. I suspect it gets worse as three kids grow into their own little activities and I become the estrogen-powered taxi driver. The week moves along pretty quickly when I move the three-as-one everywhere. I have gotten in the habit of telling the receptionist at the physical therapy center "You're over the hump now," every week when we leave at 1 p.m. on Wednesday.

Tonight I had my very last massage from last Valentine's Day present. Guys: looking for a gift that keeps on giving? A dozen hours of full body massage is it. She'll thank you every time. Tomorrow night is date night. And then it's the weekend, likely to be full of laundry, family time and fun.

It's hard to seize the day when you can't discern one day from another.