I’ve been rowing upstream for weeks, working long hours and rushing around. A few days ago, I whispered “Good morning” to M to wake her up, but it wasn’t working. So, I climbed into her bunk bed to give her a string of good morning kisses. It worked.
The only problem was, as I rushed back down her ladder, I slipped. Ouch.
It looked much worse than it felt: a long red Frankenstein scratch down the middle of my forehead. (For those of you who were at Friday’s Young Adult Dinner for Singles discussion I led, did you wonder why I was wearing that huge headband across my forehead?)
This weekend, M was super cranky, and I was sure all that Hannah Montana had turned her into a sassy back-talker. I vowed to set more limits, calmly and lovingly. But I was spent. As it turns out, she wasn’t feeling well.
When my dad picked M up from school today, he called my cell. “She says that she doesn’t feel well,” he said. “She doesn’t want to go to Hip Hop.”
So, Grandpa took her home, and when I got back, her little body was burning.
Surely, you’ve had those frazzled days, too. Thank you, to all of you, for your comments. They keep me afloat.
So, how do you hold it all together and just keep rowing?
Who do you lean on? What are your resources?
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