I woke up at 5:30 a.m. to hammer out 25 minutes on the elliptical before showering and getting all three kids ready to leave the house. I roused the surly 7-year-old ("I want to punch you in the ear" were her first words to me this morning...), pampered the mildly feverish and mucusy 3-year-old, and held the wiggly baby's soiled rear under the stream of the sink after a particularly messy diaper blowout that merited a bath we just didn't have time for.
Still, determined, I left on time for my hour commute with a coffee in one hand and a green smoothie in the other. I was pitching a big idea to my boss today. And not just my regular boss, but the Big Boss, the one whose name is in the logo. I was ready.