I've often told my daughter that I try so hard not to rush, because I've noticed that rushing is one of the only things 100% guaranteed to make me yell. Anything else is a crapshoot, but rushing = yelling for me, unfortunately. I HATE TO RUSH. And I have a seven-year-old who moves at the speed of an ant.

This hatred of rushing is a real problem, since I work with the Internets and you can literally hack at the list all day and never ever ever get done. So why do I try to do just one more thing when I know I need to leave right away? It just grows back. Just like the grass in my lawn. That grows back every three days and takes an hour and a half to mow.

Wow, sorry. Got distracted there.

Imagine my amusement when my girl handed me a story she wrote recently about a mouse family.

Well, at least the mouse family never rushed.