That's how many it takes to get downstairs, start the first load of laundry, put coffee in the microwave and let the little dachsie out for a minute.
How do I know?
Our boy couldn't be home last week for Mother's Day. Thousands of young men couldn't be. Soldiers, men who live far away, men like himself, whose jobs take them out of state for weeks at a time.
I missed him just the same, but it is one of my jobs as a mother to accept that our young people have made their own lives....good ones and I am proud of them all.....
He picked up the tractor and he and his dad got it fitted up with new batteries and the required hydraulic couplers to hook it up to our tillage tools.
Then he ripped the disks over a field that has lain fallow for several years, one of our best. Then tried to chisel it, but wound up turning it over with the moldboard plows.
Went to the races with his dad, brother and brother-in-law. I guess despite a rain out they had a great time.
And bought me a phone. For someone who grew up having no phone sometimes and party lines others, any cell phone at all is a wonder. I have used a little one he got me many Mother's Days ago very happily, even though it quickly became outmoded.
However, I did wish for a pedometer and none that we could find worked. I step very softly....
This phone counts them very nicely. (Among other cool things too numerous to mention).
So now I can look at my morning's activities, which sometimes seem like so much when still clouded by sleep and realize.....if I am going to meet that 10,000 step goal I am going to have to get moving......