Energizer Bunnies

I've decided that my daughters are shop-a-holics. I've spent the last 2 days in town, all day long, shopping for school clothes. By the end of the day, I couldn't get home fast enough. My daughters, on the other hand, were still anxious to, "go to just one more store," "buy one more thing," or "compare one more price." They still had all the energy and resolve to keep shopping until I dropped.

Wouldn't it be wonderful to capture that youthful energy and spray it on like perfume when we needed it most? Department store employees could spray bedraggled moms as they chased behind their teenage daughters in the mall. Then, instead of smelling like we fell into a perfume vat, we could actually have the energy to tell our daughters, "It's time to go home," for the hundreth time.

Doesn't it seem ironic that as we age our energy decreases? After all, isn't it when we're older and have to keep up with teenagers that we'd need the most energy? It's hard staying up until the wee hours waiting for a teenager to come home from work or waiting until a son or daughter returns from a date.

It continues to amaze me that my kids can run from one end of the day to the other and never bat an eye. I have a house full of Energizer Bunnies--that keep going and going and going.