We were busy, too busy, before the world told us to stop. For months, no for years, my husband has been telling me we were doing too much. He has been telling me we were too busy. He has been telling me we were not intended to live this way. He has been telling me, the “busyness” has to stop. But we kept going. Before the world told us to stop, we would sync calendars, we would coordinate drop-offs and pick-ups, we would tag team tuck-ins. We would meet at games and we would trade off kids. We would work in the car and we would eat in the car. And “watching” our kids at their events became a balancing act of returning one more email and not missing their next best shot. And every early tired morning-after-morning my husband would say, we are too busy. And every rushed text during lunch to make sure we had all of our bases covered for that afternoon my husband would say, we are too busy. And every night when we dragged in, still needing to eat dinner, still n...