David is working, hold your breath folks, 13 hours today. This means that I'm on the solo parenting train - next stop - Crazy Town. Since I didn't get to sleep until around midnight last night, and Clara, sweet charming insane person that she is, got up crying after 4am, I have had very little sleep. I want to complain about this, you have no idea how much I really want to, but my husband is working 13 hours and it just feels wrong to say anything negative.
Despite the shakiness of today, and it was pretty shaky, I'm so hopeful about tomorrow. Tomorrow, man, tomorrow is going to be great! Epic! No reason to think this I'm just optimistic! And I'm the real 'We all must go to church rain or shine or hail' person in the family and I've given us a free pass on church tomorrow if we really just can't do it. It's been a tough week, and frankly I'm not convinced that the Sunday morning battle is going to be a good way to start the next seven days.
"With this in mind, we constantly pray for you, that our God may make you worthy of his calling" - 2 Thess. 11.
I love the way you ended your post! This whole post sounds like you've made good use of that perspective you ordered up earlier today. :)
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