The beginning of the school year means crazy making as both Laura and my schedules kick into high gear. For the life of us we could not figure out a good time in the next week for me to pick up my repaired bike from the shop. I didn’t want to miss prep work at school or the precious little family time that is left. It finally occurred to me to call my mom who came over to stay with the sleeping kids while I picked up the bike and Laura went to a meeting. As I thanked my mom she said, “There is always a third option. I was happy to be yours tonight.”
How can you help yourself or others find the third option?