It's been busy around our castle lately.
Youngest daughter is performing in her school musical this week, my son has started hockey play-offs, we're progressing the house renovations and my classes are demanding this term.
Lately things have been very uh, busy crazy chaotic.
Yesterday, when my youngest daughter and I had just gotten home from an all day musical practice she decided to try out some Olympic type figure skating moves on the driveway as she waited for me to untangle the groceries and assorted costume paraphernalia from the back of our van.
As I was handing her things to carry into the house she turned to me with a grin.
"Everyone keeps telling me to break a leg," she informed me.
"Yep," I replied, "that's a theatrical way of wishing you good luck."
"Wouldn't it be really funny if I actually did fall and break my leg?" she asked grinning, then ran off again to slide around some more on the ice in her winter boots.