sympathy for the busy

Having had 2 small children for the weekend, I totally remember what it was like trying to find time to meditate when my own children were small.  It isn't the fault of the children, it is just that a complete mechanical person gets up inside and becomes involved with the detail, whizzing round with a damp cloth after the marmite and toast crumbs and the dropped Cheerios.  But hey ho, I am determined to turn that off, let the cheerios shower onto the floor and march forward to stillness.  Of course, the other thing is that I could have got up even earlier than them.