Friday: I am exhausted. Really, really tired. I’ve been trying to remember which days I worked this week and I’m having trouble with that. I’m pretty sure it was only yesterday and today. That’s really not that much – just worn out, I guess. But I get to stay home tomorrow, which is good because I have a lot of schoolwork to finish up. I’ve had 5:53 am wake-up calls for the past 3 days (from the school). Wednesday I couldn’t. Yesterday I did. I worked with a little boy in Sam’s class that I have worked with several times before. I felt like I didn’t do much because he gets growly if he senses you are hovering. Knowing that Sam’s teacher planned to take today off I asked if there was anything I could do to help her yesterday. She handed me a stack of third grade letters and asked if I would mind editing them. Would I mind?! The girl born with a red correction pen in her hand?!! It was fine. And I was nice, since they are only 9 year olds. Today they want
Surviving early and unexpected widowhood, single parenting, adoption, special needs parenthood...I cover it all as I muse on the unexpected twists and daily minutia of my life. It's also a place where I can publicly echo the words of the psalmist in Psalm 40:2, "He brought me up out of a horrible pit, out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock and established my goings."