Midpoint
So we have surpassed the halfway mark. My girls are wistful; my boys, taciturn (they’re boys, after all); and me? I’m way too bleary-eyed to know.
Between rushing out the door at 7:45 each morning, driving 30 minutes there and back, snatching a hurried half-hour nap, and rushing back out for ballet & baseball & soccer each evening…
Well, let’s just say that those adrenal beaters are my friends.
I can always reform next week, right? Because that’s when the ballet slippers are hung up for the supper summer (woops) and when we will have survived—nay, thrived—throughout our week at Catholic Vacation Bible School.
It has been a very good week.
And for that, as always, I am bleary-eyed but grateful.
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