Last year I found myself rushing around for days on end and constantly telling my sons to "Hurry up, hurry up!". I was always late or nearly late for something or other, forever rushing to the next thing. Hurrying the boys off to school, hurrying myself to work, hurrying through the day, hurrying back home, hurrying to see my horse, and on and on. "Quick, quick, quick! Come on, let's go!" was a constant refrain. It was rather exhausting and we weren't spending much quality time together at home. I was like some kind of manic mum hamster on an out of control wheel. Too much racing around.