Work is just that–work–and it’s to be expected. But this week, the whole summer even, has provided one of the most challenging of my career. Between a high visibility, high pressure project and managing an intern–or any person–for the first time, my brain has been in overdrive leaving little for any creative, thoughtful adventures.
The girls’ sitter is on vacation and instead of finding backup, I decided to have them home with me while Scott worked. Cue the boredom and consequential fighting.
And how about we had Emma’s new expander mid-week which is causing more difficulty in eating and just being. Yes, a child in pain is just what this week needed.
Finishing projects from the water leak remodels have been all but stopped but hang heavy on my to-do list.
And how about we throw in some sleepless nights with a few night terrors from a child and all night play sessions by a certain puppy.
I don’t mean to complain. It’s all just life and all blessings but I do feel a bit broken this week. I know enough to know I’m not alone. This summer has thrown many of us curve balls and tight schedules, leaving us all a bit broken inside.
This too shall pass, I remind myself.
There’s nothing to be done but leaving the to-do lists and taking extra naps and giving extra hugs and letting in help. Broken, yes, but left stronger.