So this week has been rough. Really really rough. Swearing under my breath, sitting in a puddle of tears rough. There was sweetness: Claire singing "Happy Birthday, Jesus" in our capitol building with the rest of her elementary school. And hard moments: showing up to get a grocery list at church and finding out that I was signed up to pick up (among other things) 298 boxes of generic macaroni and cheese. And yet, we managed. It was not very graceful. But we fulfilled our obligations, finished up the final parties and projects, took gifts to our teachers and spent today, this first day of vacation in our jammies. We might do the same tomorrow.
Last night, I served a meal to our church's Teen MOPS group with my dinner group girls. Then we ate matching burgers and giggled at Venti's. Sometimes, relief doesn't come. You know you're going right back into the thick of it. But bouda burgers and those girls are good for my soul.