Friday means . . .
That I’m showered, but I didn’t wash my hair and I’m already behind this morning (in fact, this post will be published late). My house is a mess, and I haven’t read the news for the last three days (which is probably a good thing). I’ve barely said more than a few words to my children other than, “How was school?” and “Did you grab a fruit or a vegetable?” or “I don’t have time to sign that paper right now, but I’ll do it over the weekend.”
Running on fumes is my new normal this week, and so is, apparently, being shat upon (figuratively, and not literally, and yes, my friends, that will be the subject of another post).
But you know what? I’ve learned a lot this week about myself, my family, and my plans for the future. So despite the fact that I am going into work with a hole in my underwear (I’m just too tired to go change it, and the hole is just under the waistband, so I don’t feel any breezes) and I have another all-day meeting to attend (God, grant me some patience), today is going to be a good day.