We survived this past weekend but only just. God is good; He gave us the grace to meet every challenge and we didn’t even kill each other.
It would be a bad thing to kill one’s husband on Father’s Day, don’t you think?
On the contrary, by the time we reached Sunday—by the 10:00 a.m. Mass at the Cathedral on Sunday—we were on the downhill slide of an exhausting hill and it was good, all was good.
Would you like to meet the two main sources of my fatigue?
Here is the first:
The last performance of Something Super was yesterday afternoon. It was followed by a lengthy cast party, where the director handed out awards & t-shirts and where the actors were as convivial & boisterous & relieved a bunch as could be.
I was the mom with the kid in a sling (okay, I wasn’t the only one), swaying slightly from side-to-side and staying vacantly off into space.
Quietly sipping my diet Dr. Pepper, I watched the fun and dreamed of…sleep.
Everyone, I’d like you to meet Source of Fatigue #2:
Anthony was one month old yesterday! I can’t believe it and yet, I can. He is both the cause of my joy and these dark, under-eye circles.
He’s a honey, a total honey, but when he’s not a honey he’s a fusspot.
All is good.
Have a blessed Monday.
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