a picture is the only explanation, the best explanation:

  
The night went by fast, with chunks of insomnia. My 7:00 am work call doesn’t wait, It was time to get up and do it all over again. Jack and Fiona are over their colds. They are bouncing off the walls again. Sometimes all I can do is just sit back and let the tornado spin all around me until there are cheerios all over the floor, every cabinet is open, everything is everywhere. Then it’s time to clean. 

  Everything is something to climb on. It seems to be an unstoppable urge that toddlers have. They set up challenges, standing on things that move and teeter to get onto something else. It’s nerve racking. 

They are having fun though! Lots of fun. They get to go to the park right now. 

Jack just noticed this reflection:

 He ran his little hand across it, I’ve been pointing out reflections and shadows to them all their lives. 

  
I take a deep breath and try to relax a little while the shadows and reflections of my life fade and reappear as time shifts.