I was inspired to write this by my friend Judy's blog about juggling.
The deadline loomed, but which to tackle first? The plane that would be arriving would wait for no one, neither would the date the manuscript was due. There were goody bags to pack, rooms to check and words needed to fill pages.
Which way is the army wife to run first. The organized chaos that is FRG consumed the days and a few nights as well. Not all planes land during normal hours, especially when the military is involved.
The bags were packed by a herd of spouses volunteering to stuff them to their gills. The list of rooms was a task for others, but the FRG still needed to find it.
