Monday, February 8, 2016
Hello there, friend,
I woke this morning late, still exhausted and feeling tight in my back from a bad night's sleep. The weekend was long and full, but not in the way you'd expect. It was stressful and demanding. I took my daughter to a friend's birthday party and left with a teary, overwhelmed little girl shortly after. My husband drove my car within a half mile of his parents' house and the clutch went out, much to our surprise. And my son has been sick and snotty and whiny.
Still, we talked and laughed, ate and drank. We sat with family and told stories. We watched (some of) the Superbowl. I crawled into bed last night so exhausted I could hardly move. I was ready for sleep, ready for the freshness of Monday. That freshness didn't come. Instead it brought two snuggly kids into my arms as we sat on the couch. It brought a strong cup of coffee, which I gulped down and had another. Even if things are off-kilter here, we still have to move forward. So, yes, slowly, I step into Monday.