It’s been a week.
I’ve dropped 100 balls in 4 days and yelled at kids for bickering and leaving garbage around and not listening to reminders for homework or completing tasks. I’ve spent full days in and out of the kitchen and carpool lines, the soccer field and the market.
I have been too sick to exercise or remember to complete ALL OF THE FORMS.
I am showing up though. And even though I feel like I’m barely cutting it, I’m here. I’m wiping tears and reinforcing each emotional cliffhanger with strength and positivity. I might not be presentable at morning drop off or make it to your trunk show, but I’m ticking the most important boxes.
Grace for you and for me. It’s Friday, praise be.